As we traveled to the manger, the days were numbered, counted diligently and weighed as they passed. But since the arrival it has been as always when new life enters into a place, all soft-skinned and needy—time has been slipping through our fingers. This being together has entered into our hearts and I feel the way things are supposed to be. The slow pace of the days, the quiet conversations, the long walks in the afternoon.
This little season of Christmastide brings Jesus into our everyday in tangible ways. It seems the perfect phrase. Beauty sweeps over us like a wave, following the ebb and flow of something bigger. Carrying away the harsh edges of life, leaving behind round-edged gems. It gives the space to breathe. Peace on earth. This is how it should be when the calendar commitments are in their proper place, when the work we do is done for the right reasons, when Love is at the center of it all.
I don’t want to take down the Christmas tree. Every year I struggle with the same. How do I hold on to the season of Light all year long? It’s a heart state, this Christmas. I can carry it with me. But there is something about a house frocked in red and green, something about the twinkling lights. Everywhere one looks the worlds sings Christmas.
I set out one of my nativity sets year round. It makes me happy when I see it. I trim the house with reminders of new life for every season. This helps my heart stay focused, but these weak eyes will sometimes look straight through these things as if they are only scenery.
It has to start on the inside.
This little practice I started those years ago of having playdates with God keeps my heart as soft as clay. Spending time, intimate time, with the Lover of my soul has saved me. It is still changing me. This is what it takes: time alone with God. How else can a person fall in love?
As the year winds down and I look back in faith at all the days we’ve traveled through, I see that this is what has carried me: the One True Love that never fails.
Tell me, what practices are taking you to new places in your spiritual life?
Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us: