Respite. A serene moment. A calm in the storm. Time to breathe, time to yawn, time to sit on the couch, to look at the fire, to savor my coffee and to let the beauty and the wonder of the season begin to sink in. These are the Christmas gifts I am treasuring most this morning.
The craziness will recommence shortly- there are more good things to come... but they are still THINGS. Things to do, things to pack, things to mark off checklists. This morning, it's just me.
This morning, I am not a pastor. This morning, I am not a daughter. This morning, I am not a wife (at least not until my husband awakes). This morning, it's just me.
Me. Loved by God. Me. Invited to the stable. Me. Peering into the manger and blown away once again by the fragile child therein. He came for me.
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