The dog is most content. The laundry is waiting, the errands not even yet listed.
Morning is moving slowly and yet, soon, too quickly for all I need to do.
I’m aware of the need to accomplish a bunch of things.
Instead, I sit. I ponder.
Look beside you, glance around.
What do you see that’s idyllic?
Like playing “I Spy” to occupy your toddler, what’s in your world that’s only beauty?
I have books on my shelf that I once turned in direction, only the buff colored pages showing, no idea which book was which.
Back then, I found it clean and easy.
Now, I’m looking over and the sun is making stripes on the titles, like an abstract painting as the morning comes in.
Framed photos next to me are dotted with the reflection of lights on the tree.
Last night the stars were sprinkled the same.
Vast sky, tiny brightness.
The puppy is at peace, he is my anchor begging me stay still.
I am thinking of the waking thought God gave and the words of a friend yesterday.
Before praying I remembered the words to a peppy southern gospel song.
God will make a way for His children just like He did when He parted the sea.
I got out of bed to calm the shrill bark of the pup and quickly turned back to kneel and pray first.
Thanked God for wise friends who reminded me of His good will and gave my concerns for others needing beautiful surprises, resolutions to unexpected problems.
Left them there.
Coffee in hand, warm in the “You are My Sunshine” mug.
How can I not see the light?
I have been rescued, been blessed.
Reading less, thinking more.
I should hurry. I rest.
My coffee is now cold and still I just sit. I’m watching the patterns the sun is making on the throw pillows the chairs.
Beautiful. This beauty in December on a Friday.
The room is now daylight so I’ll switch off the lights on the tree, I have no centerpiece for the table and stockings are not yet hung.
Maybe today I’ll finish.
Not lazy, just making allowances to be okay with less than perfect.
To be content with simply okay.
To be well. To be at peace.
Look around you. Find light today and give it more than just a second.
Christmas is not a competition.
Allow the buzz of activity and social media and traffic to continue all around you.
Engage on occasion.
But, then rest and rest some more and consider.
Consider your life a gift, a gift because of a baby in a manger.
Imagine the flurry of activity around the new baby, the excitement, the panic, the questions.
Mary rested and considered the miracle of Jesus.
“But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.”
Luke 2:19 ESV
More like Mary I’m hoping to be, Christmas this year, in me.
Looking for light in little things and small places, reminding me of tiny stars on a long ago evening.
I’m fascinated by the charmingly simple things now.
The less than spectacular photos shared by others draw me in.
Less covetous of the grandeur of others. Show me a photo of the “little in your life”, the way the light is landing where you love to live.
These are the compelling stories to me, the little places inviting ❤️ or a comment.
Light in. Let it. Join me in looking.
Meeting hope there.