The lights just clicked on. The ones we hung outside last Friday when
the day was bright and fair. Today it’s cloudy and cold. It’s dark earlier. So,
the lights just clicked on.
It’s pretty. If I squint, the white fairy lights look like tiny
gleaming stars. Bordering on gazing at an inky sky, dotted and specked with
minute bursts of light.
Two Moravian stars with multi-faceted points hang. They sway with the
breeze. Moving to the wind’s breathed music. They reflect in the open window; mirror
images, star duets.
Santa arrives in a helicopter descent at the Old Mill. He sets up shop,
elves and reindeer to join later. High fives, and shy giggles, the kids
approach. Innocent, bright eyes wide open and hopeful.
It’s a magical and expectant season. It’s Advent.
Advent – the arrival of the awaited One – is more than my lights
clicking on, the Moravian stars dancing and my grandkids’ wonder at the arrival
of Santa. I love each of these experiences and the specialness of the memories.
A baby showed up 2000 years ago. He brought with Him hope and peace.
And a heavenly choir to sing carols better than any streamed music mix.
His Name, you ask? Amazing Counselor, Strong God, Eternal Father, Prince of Wholeness.
I look for Him in all of my experiences. The clicking on of lights, the
faces of little kids and the sounds of the Season. I find Him in my quiet time;
secluded and solitary. I give Him away in my relationships and chance
encounters.
Gifts work that way. They’re not meant to be kept. They are destined to
be given and shared. It’s essential for me to find him. To accept His gifts. To
give them away.
So, I continue to seek the One who came down to earth. As a baby; given
the earthly name, Jesus.
Missy
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