On December 17, 2011, my husband and I were involved in a near-fatal, head-on collision with a drunk driver. In a split second, our lives changed forever.

Obscured circumstances. Thoughts of uncertainties. Unanswered questions. Nothing makes sense. And waiting. For weeks or months. Or years.

A spectacular display of serene beauty awakened the night sky. There were no clouds above, just vast space and billions of brilliant stars. I sat still in the darkness, gazing with wonder at the familiar, yet distant night sky.

Dear Young Mom,

It’s 7:30 a.m. I’m slouched over a grocery cart in a customer service line, trying to read my online Bible. My comprehension is under siege by store announcements, customer chatter and a ridiculously loud floor cleaning machine rolling by.

In open waters, every shade of blue surrounds me, and I'm treading water in the darkest hues. The glorious expanse of the ocean overwhelms me, but equally, it excites me. For just beneath, life flourishes. Diving deeper, a shimmer of gold lures me.

There's nothing better than the smell of a fresh cut tree at Christmas time. Perhaps the only thing better would be sitting down to a plate of warm sugar cookies. The kind of cookies frosted over with sprinkles galore.

Colorful lights shine beautifully amid the dark nights. Garlands of satin and gold adorn an evergreen tree. While elaborate displays commence a celebration, a simple nativity captivates our attention.

Who is Jesus? Some say he was a miracle man. Others say the Son of God.