I’ve just returned from an evening romp around the neighborhood with Lucy Mae. The frigid temperatures do not seem to bother her much, despite her paucity of fur. She was eager to go-a-stomping.
So we went.
We walked in a Wonderland. Twinkling lights winked at me from every window and bush. I felt step spring lighter, and spirits get brighter. Doors boasted wreaths and the eyes of the houses brimmed with greenery.
It was simply delightful.
It made me feel a bit dowdy with my mums still on the stoop. Those babies will be gone tomorrow—
As we strolled under this snow-cloud sky, I couldn’t help looking up….
These large gray masses move across the sky, at first hiding and then revealing. These peeping elusive lights turn my head.
Oh, He hung the moon, Beloved!
Sara keeps me company now, as I sit in expectation of Christmas…
In these quiet moments, I feel Him so acutely.
He is near.
He is here.
As I wait to see His Light…
Brighter than any that will hang on a tree…
Is the One who hung on a tree for me.
I will walk in His light.
“Come, O house of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the Lord.”–Isaiah 2:5