these three things
My greatest tangible gifts this year were a candle, a bell, and a mug.
I know your light, let it shine…
I know your song, let it ring…
I know your heart, let it see...
Tokens that match the goodness of the givers. Presents that represent our shared walks and witnessing of chapters weathered and discovered in each other.
The boy child was lamenting the Hallmark movie-thon that was still happening this morning. “But Christmas is ooover!!!” he moaned with hopes that his sister would change the channel.
“It just started,” I hollered from the other room. “The Wise Men haven’t even reached Jesus yet.”
Christmastide—the 12 Days of Christmas that started on the 25th and continue through Twelfth Night on the 5th—is yet another journey of anticipation and love, of hope and of seeing, of believing and receiving in the giving.
“The journey is the point. The walking is the thing.”
A lover of Advent and the anticipation of what’s coming—especially after becoming a mother—I, too, likely looked at all of the debris and settled into a heap of “Now what?” after the big day. I, too, maybe set sights on expectations and got caught up in the wants amidst the needs. So this year I’m looking to what’s around the bend, over the next hillside, and in stops along they way. I’m now focused on the creche of self to hold the gifts already present and those to come.
Once in Royal David's City
I hope the riches of this continued season settle upon you too.
Share your song,
be the light,
shine the love.
..and believe.