Sunday, December 25, 2016

Dearest God,

Christmas morning is holy, a silent, sacred display of heavenly presence.  It is a favorite morning when I rise in darkness to find the light.  I am never disappointed.

This morning still fighting fever and pain from surgery, I rolled my walker into the living room and sat before the quiet, dark nativity scene.  This was the morning I had longed for.  I took the matches and struck one.  Then I lifted the white votive candle and lighted it, placing it just outside the crèche.  I took Jesus from his dark place and put him front and center in the manger.  I pulled Mary and Jesus closer.  I took the lambs and the shepherds and placed them nearby.  The kings I left still afar off.  I scooted back onto the couch and watched as the light dance cast beautiful shadows drawing all the figures into the scene of amazing wonder and grace.

Holy Father,
thank you
for the beauty
of Advent
and Christmas.
Thank you
for the
divine mystery
that unfolds
each Advent
and Christmas season.
I am
incredibly blessed
to share
in the joy
of your
holy moment.

Love always, Andrea