Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Dear God,

One of the wonders of Christmas is the strong remembrance of loved ones who died so long ago yet live on Christmas morning in my heart, mind, and soul.  I remember my grandmother whose home was a tabernacle of Christ's love.  I remember her Christmas lights, those old fashioned bubbling oil lights, her delicious homemade dishes and desserts, and her love of your son and family members.  To be in her presence was to be in the presence of all that is holy.

As Harold or I read the Christmas story on Christmas morning and pray before we open gifts, I think of Grandma and how she read the same old, wonderful story.  I think of cousins who joined us on the farm Christmas Eve and how we all gathered to enjoy Christmas Eve services in the tiny town of Atlanta, Indiana.  So many memories of faith flood my soul.

Each year as I make new memories with my children and grandchildren, I think of how one generation is connected to the next and how we all sit together to hear the same story one more time.

Loving God,
thank you
for the witness
of faith
that continues
to spread
its wonder
over the
next generation.
Thank you
for circling us together.
Thank you
for the
divine mystery
that reveals itself anew
every year.

Love, Andrea