A slight drizzle hit the windshield as she drove the grey streets to pick up the children from school.
How to help my family be cheerful, peaceful… to live Advent well… to prepare for Christmas. The thoughts turned over in her mind.
Baby Jesus! It was as if an envelope had been presented to her. Inside was the letter, the answer to her question. With a bit of a struggle, feeling the weakness of her human brain, she opened it. The inside was a repetition of the outside. Baby Jesus. He was the answer. What did He mean to her? To her family?