Friday, December 25, 2020

Dearest God,

I watched as the ornaments gently danced on the Christmas tree.  In the glowing, twinkling lights, I thought of you, of Christmas and what it means, of grace and hope and joy come on earth.  I think of the Christmas star, how that radiant light brought shepherds and wise ones and ordinary human beings to the manger and still does.  I felt my own heart swell with love as I too sat surrounded in the light.

This is what you do, O Lord.  You fill us with light.  You embrace us with light.  You literally light us up with your light.  You make us light if only for a moment as we are captured by Jesus, a baby, a man, a friend, a guide, a savior.  In the living room of a home on Timber Lane, you came and dwelled this morning.  You still do.

Holy, holy, holy

are you,

Great God of the Cosmos,

holy are you.

Thank you

for Christmas,

for a manger,

a human mother

and father,

shepherds and sheep,

all who

see the star,

who hear

the angel voices,

and come running.

Holy are you,

Loving Father,

holy are you.

Love always and forever, Andrea