Saturday, December 24, 2016

Dear God,

One of my favorite days is December 24.  I look forward to it all year long, the music, the mystery, the quiet, the prayer, the proclamation.  Although I never miss a Christmas Eve worship, I would have to miss this one since my knee surgery recovery continues.  I urged my husband to attend the service alone, giving him a new red tie just for the occasion. 

As soon as he left, I sat down in the living room and gazed upon this room made sacred by the olive wood nativity scene I carried in a backpack from the Holy Land, the Christmas tree glowing with tiny white lights, and a balsam candle burning bright.  I let my mind wander with the spirit of Christmas.  I found myself filling with simple joy knowing the story, the characters, the song, the anticipation, and the glory.  I sat there reveling in the hope of Christmas, the light of the world, and the peace that is promised.

Thank you
for the
holy moment,
Savior of the World.
Thank you
for the mystery
that unfolds
wherever we are.
Thank you
for the beauty
of this
holy day.

Love, Andrea