Wednesday, December 3, 2025

Dear God,

I am sitting in the window-lined back room looking out on the beautiful snow-laden ground with a candle burning inside and the Christmas tree all aglow but all I can think of is you.  There is no one thing or person who takes my attention during Advent like you.  I see nature's best and I think of you.  I smell the candle scent and I think of you.  I see the lighted tree and I think of you.  

In a world that competes for our attention, no one can give us the calm beauty of winter, the loveliness of the season of birth and renewal or the joy of being alive with loved ones.  As I continue to ready my home for five friends who are arriving tomorrow for four nights to celebrate Christmas Prelude, I think of how we all met years ago in church.  We share a vital faith, a meaningful friendship and a penchant for laughter and fun.  In these things alone, I think of you.

Thank you,

Blessed God,

for the gifts

of daily life.

After all,

it is

not really

the big things

that give us

joy and inspiration

but the

small things 

of living.

Thank you

for this

quiet moment

with you

and the time

that will not

be so quiet

but meaningful

a few hours

from now.

Love, Andrea