The other day my Mom gave me a tiny Santa candle. On my very first Christmas, when I was less than two months old, he was one of my presents. He is standing proudly on a shelf on the hutch in the dining room - right in front of the snowmen. When I look at him, I see a long line of Christmases stretching out behind us. We've seen a lot of them, we two.
It causes gratitude to well up in my heart:
- for the absolute joy of having Mom and Dad here with us
- for the dear faces around the table - familiar and loved - precious family and friends
- for the priceless privilege of hearing "The Story" from my earliest memory - for having the Baby always at the center of it all
- for Christmas greetings from far away places
- for the promise of hope that Christmas brings
- for a love that confounds and amazes - that He would come for me
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. I pray the true meaning of it lingers in your heart and fills you with joy and peace.
I am going to take a few days off. I'll be back before the New Year. The Lord has been whispering a new word for this coming year.
Blessings,
Linda
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