“But the afternoon passes without even waving and tomorrow morphs into yesterday without anyone noticing. ” He writes…my friend who blogs about love and life and what it means to be both. He weaves a tale of busyness, of Christmas normal, and then of Christ’s love, of Christ’s choice, of Christ’s promises. I was full of tears and hope when he writes: “Will you not sit with me as we unwrap these promises together?”
Why yes, Duane Scott, yes I will.
You can, too, you know…he’s created a beautiful downloadable printable with a writing prompt for each day between now and Christmas. Share your words with us, here or through email. These are the best gifts of the season….don’t keep them to yourself.
The Promise of His Presence
The alarm clock sounded early this morning—well it seemed early—this morning it was actually set an hour later than normal. Seems as if the alarm sounds earlier and earlier these past few days. We’ve battled a stomach virus in our house since last week—it brought with it a bone-weariness I haven’t experienced since my children were bassinet-bound babes.
I rolled over and snuggled into the warmth of my husband and began my morning prayers.
“Jesus, come….I invite you here. I love you.”
Heart full to bursting–gratitude spills over the edges of my early morning quiet.
“Thank you for this man, Lord.”
Happy tears sneak past the rims of closed eyes.
“Thank you for our family…for these kids…for this dog…for this house…for this life, Lord.”
This is how each of my days begins. Ann Voskamp calls this love that flows from thankfulness “eucharisteo”…this life-filling gratitude. It is the practice that keeps me centered…that keeps me focused…that reminds me of the beauty of all that God has given me.
This morning as I pray, I sense something more. Something deep wells up. Something bubbly and exciting.
Something called Joy. Unexplainable…Not for any earthly reason….just a love song from my Lord.
And as I open my eyes, a song plays in my head….
“and He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.”