This morning, the sky feels heavy and glows red around the edges. I feel heavy too—five days from Christmas and I think I’m giving up on getting the cards out. Last night, as we drove to the boys’ music lessons, our eldest shared a concert he downloaded from his favorite band. I’ve been telling him lately, I feel like I don’t know you anymore. Tell me what makes you smile.
He’s the quiet one and trying to Christmas shop for a teen who lives inside his head is a dangerous business. I remember the days when I knew his every passion. Trust me, a wise friend told me last week. You don’t want to know.
Yeah, yeah, I get it. But still. I do. I want to know.
This morning, Barclay talks about the Greek word translated as “meek” in Matthew 5:5. The word is prausand it has to do with controlling anger and other appetites. It has to do with humility and knowing our own need. Barclay says there is no English word that will tell it all but “perhaps the word gentle comes nearest”.
The boy beside me in the car last night turned the volume up. This is a beautiful song, he said.
He’s telling me what makes him smile. In that gentle way of his.
And I leaned in close and listened to every word.
With Lyli today: