Sunday, December 27, 2020

Dear God,

In the early morning hours today, I sat in my chair tucked in between the lighted Christmas tree and living room window.  Before sitting with my circle of friends reading my devotions, I just gazed at the tree, breathed prayers of thanksgiving and smiled.  It was then I heard the sound of ancient, far-away bells.  I closed my eyes and listened.  There was no reason for bells, for there were no bells on the tree but then they didn't need to be there for bells to ring.

Christmas offers mystical, holy moments to the ear attuned to the sounds of your spirit.  I don't really know why I have experienced so many.  I am not special.  I fail in so many respects.  At the same time, I have a deep longing for you.  I believe you speak today in oh, so many ways.  I anticipate your spirit movement.  I am ready when it comes.  I am full of gratitude to you.  Still, me?

Holy God,

thank you

for coming today.

Thank you

for the 

Christmas bells.

Thank you

for every blessing

of the season.

Receive my thanks

and praise,

I ask.

Love, Andrea