Friday, December 2, 2016

Dearest God,

It was a sacred silence, a waiting, a listening, a revelation of the story lived so long ago.  We had gotten together to share a meal, some fellowship, devotion and prayer.  We had dined at a festive restaurant alight with decorations, Christmas balls, angels, sparkling lights, and brightly-colored poinsettias.  Full of good food, we drove back to our home for dessert and our special time of sharing.

We gathered in the living room where the nearly 8' Fraser fir tree stood.  The Olive wood nativity sat in the place of honor on the coffee table turned altar.  Jan began the story..."In the time of Caesar Augustus..." For nearly 20 minutes we became different characters telling their own stories, Zechariah, Elizabeth, Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, Simeon and Anna.  Even Jesus spoke from the make-shift cradle.  The scenes were painted and formed in our mind's eye.  We too were living the story, blessed to be invited in.

Holy God,
thank you
for holy moments
of awe,
for faith alive.
Thank you
for the
great blessing.
Thank you
for the family
of faith.

Always yours, Andrea