I feel the silence, this canopy of quiet, a veil of stillness draping across the house like curling fog hugging dew tipped grass. A peaceful interlude. Our east coast children and grandchildren now safely tucked into their own home and twin boys playing with new Christmas toys. How did it fly by so quickly? Why do I stress over perfect gifts? Does the house have to be so seriously clean? Lost in thought I take a sip of hot tea. We don't have to untie a curly ribbon or open a carefully wrapped package to revel in all that wild and crazy abandoned love.
Maybe it takes a bit of distance from the tinsel and chaos of the holiday rush to truly appreciate the massive greatness of what lies deep within our own hearts.
The heartbeat, it quickens at this everlasting love awaking us all at Christmas. A true miracle it is, to capture the moments, to celebrate this magnificent gift of life, family and that crazy love those Three Wise Men sought after two thousand years ago. And in the wake of the holiday season I hear those angels once again, this alleluia chorus from above, it comes softly and rises higher still with each restful breath I take. I hold the warm mug between the palms of my hands, the eyes close, I listen deep.
It's all about love, it's all about love, it's all about love,
there's nothing more perfect than His perfect love.
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