Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Dear God,

Years ago I came upon a cheap, gold clock with a frosty face.  A frosty lover, I bought it not realizing it played Christmas music the top of every hour.  As I was writing you this morning, it played once again,

                                 "O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,

                                   O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.

                                   Come and behold him, born the King of angels;

                                   O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him,

                                   O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord."

The mystery surprises of Advent and Christmas bless me over and over again.  I know every day you will come to me in one way or another.  Maybe it will come in the light shining in the darkness early in the morning.  Perhaps it will be a Christmas memory that comes bringing me special joy.  Or like this morning, you will come in a beloved Christmas hymn.  

Loving God,

thank you

for morning grace.

Thank you

for this morning's 

Advent gift.

I love

this season

but more

than that,

I love you.

Yours, Andrea