December is rolling fast like a big snowball. I find I need to stop and think, write in my journal in order to sort out the events, the oncoming "take" on Christmas that our culture brings our way, and our own plans for celebrating the birth of the Savior. I don't wish to rush or be rushed.
We had our first fire and it was beautiful. It smoked up the house at first, but settled down and smelled like happiness. Beach fires, bonfires, candle fire . . . free magic.
I have two little Advent booklets from the Denver Urban Skye. You can go to their website if you'd like to. I read this week's offerings in each one, found them good, but a verse I found in my current study spoke to me most.
"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup;
You have made my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance."
When I place my head on my pillow at night, I am thankful. I say, "Lord Jesus, thank you for taking care of me today." I feel VERY taken care of, even if I'm sick with a bug or disappointed in some of the day's outcomes, I still feel very provided for. I DO believe the boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places.
With the expectations in place for holiday style or seasonal showings, I don't feel obligated. I have a sense of rightness about "letting it all be" and fall into place. I'll finish up a tiny bit of shopping and packaging. I'll thoughtfully write a few Christmas cards. I'll decorate the tree and set out some favorite things. I'll sit with friends at coffee shops and glean what blesses me when those friends share their hearts. In this moment I will be. Does that appeal to you?
I'll keep click, click, clicking peacefully.
I'll participate in the joyful events I'm invited to.
I'll revel in the company of precious children.
(this is my friend Nancy's window)
I want to keep looking for the beauty in the cracks and crevices of this very full time of the year. I am pleased with my portion.