We still wait.
In this season of joy when life as we know it pauses to partake…
Dread sets in and we wonder—
Why can’t it be Christmas all year?
Last night Little Jeffrey said that very thing.
“I wish we could have Christmas every day!”
And I said the grown-up thing:
“We always have Christmas in our hearts.”
I sit here today, and wonder—
Why this melancholy?
I do not lose His presence when I flip the page of the calendar.
He is always here.
But I do not always have a national holiday to declare it so.
This calendar gives permission to leave everything behind…to indulge in Him these few days.
Why do I need this calendar’s permission?
My household is still recovering from the excitement of Christmas day.
Boys sleep in; even dog loathes leaving the warm covers.
I rise to a quiet house…
Sit in bay window and watch the dark become light.
It is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, this creeping illumination.
Hasn’t His light covered my darkness too many times to count?
This morning I go back to the beginning.
I do not need this calendar’s permission to celebrate the Light of my world.
But there will be times I need reminded.
I get distracted by the worries of this world.
And so, I am considering how I can mark this celebration…
I suspect each day will hold its own holiday.
Do you have any ideas? What do you do to carry Him with you all year long?
I’m still waiting.
“In the beginning God create the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.” (Gen. 1:1-4)