every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

It's been a full, good year. Full of life, though death has touched us more than once. Full of love, though there have been frustrations and misunderstandings and times of getting off course. Full of God... always full of God.

One of my "discoveries" this year has been the work of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, so I'll let her words ring in the new year.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.
And I smiled to think God’s greatness
flowed around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness
His rest.

and

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

And finally, one which has sung itself in my mind over and over this year, from her incomparable Sonnets, that "God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame."

Happy New Year!