By  LPJ

My imagination’s running delightfully wild. The bag’s heavy with goodies. When opened, not all will fall out all at once. They’ll trickle out slowly, mysteriously, but everything has promise. Or maybe, the goodies will stay in the bag, and then rush out as “when it rains it pours”. Nonetheless, I see 2025 as a year of new opportunities. Better still, of dreams; some that stay as dreams, and others, as real as the flowers given by my daughter Joy, still lovely as on my birthday two weeks ago.

Why do I say these? Because I’m a dreamer, and I believe in dreams. That’s it, 2025 is a year of beautiful dreams.

What is 2025 for you? Tickle your imagination, and you’ll find your answer in the cobweb of uncertainties. Whatever you find will be beautiful, because you want it to be beautiful.

Strange, I feel like a poet reaching for the stars. I wonder if this is what the dawn of the new year inspires in me. I am full of hope, and I believe in hope.  I am full of trust, because I believe in the One who is most trustworthy, who gives the promise, and makes the promise come true. I believe in God, the source of all promise, whose son Jesus gave His all that we might have it all.

That’s it! I look at 2025 with faith.

The grand Palace Hotel lobby we visited during our stretch limo tour of San Francisco right after Christmas (photo by LPJ).

 Baby boomer Lola here, greeting everyone a joy-filled and blessed 2025.

                            (Photo taken by Rorie Pandes in early 2024)

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