I was alone that night as the new year came in.
One chair on the balcony.
One glass of sparkling juice.
One candle on a little table.
One lonely heart watching fireworks, fearful of another year.
And, then just one word.
I felt it whispered into my soul.
The Creator of the vast night sky and the Maker of my heart spoke to me.
I didn’t have enough energy or initiative to ask for a word.
But, He spoke it anyway.
And somehow my aching heart heard.
He was near.
He would be near.
The year would come.
More pain would come.
More tears would come.
But through it all, He would be here.