This is our first Christmas season since my daughter moved out on her own so our nest is a little emptier this year...things are a little quieter. With only one chickadee still at home there is less busyness and more time to reflect.
The Christmas tree is decorated and it is such a blessing to me. I am especially grateful for the ornaments and decorations from Christmases past. They remind me of sweet, simpler times when the huz and I were just starting our life together...seasons when we saw everything through the eyes of our young children.
Along with countless blessings, our family has had its share of challenges this year. Foremost in my mind today, my sister is in the hospital once again. (Read a little bit about her story in this post.) It is hard living so many miles away and not being able to spend more time with her there. Please pray for her.
The Christmas tree, with its warm lights and mementos of hope and love is such a comforting sight. When I was little I often climbed into the corner behind our family tree to stare up at the lights in wonderment. If my parents came looking for me I remained very still, hoping they wouldn't see me. Hidden behind the branches and packages, I was in my own secret, sparkling world.
I'm not curled up behind the tree today, but I am curled up beside it as I work. I may not be as productive here, but this quiet reverie is so very healing. Peace is slowly seeping into my being and my heart is at rest. Time marches on, circumstances change, but life is beautiful and light and love still reign. I believe this with all my heart.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
In this light I place my hope and my future.