I’ve had a difficult day…
A difficult week.
I return from late-night meeting to find sick child waiting.
This means no Bible study for me tomorrow. No last minute shopping. No time to do those things my heart has been longing for on my free Friday.
I will don my nurses cap instead.
There have been commitments every single evening this week…
I lost the address label file for our Christmas cards…No time to redo it this year.
The house cries out for visitors.
In this precious time when I want to share the joy, the doors of my home remain closed–uninviting. No time to sit and laugh with friends.
My quiet time is filled with silence. He is there, I know…
But I long to hear His voice.
It is muted by the noise of busy-ness.
There’s not enough time.
Mind numbed by the overwhelming demands I’m placing on my holiday, I stumble across this. I’ve never seen it before. Indeed, I’m not sure I remembered it was caught on film.
Last year, Jeff and I decided not to buy gifts for one another, but to give each other a wish instead.
My wish was for a dance on Christmas morning.
Please ignore the jerky, blurry motion-sickness inducing kiddy camera work done by our then eight-year-old.
Please ignore my puffy-makeupless face that reflects the late night gift wrapping and the before dawn awakening of my offspring.
Please ignore my ratty pink robe.
Please ignore the Christmas clutter strewn about.
Please ignore little one’s preoccupation with Lucy Mae.
If you listen carefully, you might hear Buddy Holly singing True Love Ways–our wedding dance song.
Do not look at all those other things. Do look at our faces. Tell me what you see.
God knew I needed to see this tonight. He knew I needed reminded what really matters.