Monday, December 7, 2020

Dear God,

It is strange how Advent season can call people home.  I mean people of our past, persons who were beloved, family, friends, even strangers who somehow imparted joy and meaning to our Christmas celebration. 

My grandmother always returns.  Although she has been gone more than 30 years, her spirit of love, faith, hope, beauty and blessing come to me every December.  I remember her farm home, her cooked meals, her violets, her raisin pudding and her smile.  She always said she loved us all the same when we grandchildren pressed her to tell us who she loved the most.  I love it when she shows up at Christmas.

Then there is my mother.  Although we were never close, we loved snow.  Whenever the first flakes fell, we called each other and celebrated.  I always think of her when the snow falls.

There are so many who played significant roles in my life during Advent and Christmas.  So December is the month when I revisit loved ones and give thanks.

Holy God,

you bring

loved ones

to us.

You bless us

in the season

of mystery.

You give us gifts

no one else

can give.

Thank you.

Love, Andrea