The sun is setting as I type these words, the sky a canvas of soft colors. It’s been a hard day, but Christmas music spills into the room now, leaving me with thoughts of Friday evening, when family gathered in my little dining room for a time of celebrating the birthdays of my niece, Leslie (pie’s mother), and her husband, Justin, who, by the way, is the builder of the two benches you see here—the latest additions to my dining room. I love how they add a farmhouse touch.
|Photos by Swindell Photography|
Leslie eloped with her prince charming in October. Watching the two of them, and pie, start a life together fills me with joy. I pray they always hold each other close and never let anything or anyone come between them. The only way to have a long-lasting marriage, and reap the rich rewards that come with it, is for two people to determine to stay together, no matter what. I should know, as I've been married for 34 years.
In a few minutes, I’ll put on a load of laundry and take to the couch where I hope to finish up this ruffle scarf that some "lucky "person will receive at the family Christmas gift swap. We’ve decided Christmas will be simple and small this year, just the way I like it.
Later, as day slips into night, I will sit in silence, with the lights turned low, and take pleasure in the glow of the little pencil tree. I don't recall when this ritual began for me, but I've practiced it during the Christmas season for many years. There's something uplifting about it. No matter how dismal the day may have been, how difficult the tasks, how heavy the load, all of it seems to fade away in the light of the tree.
Until next time, dear friends, may the cares and worries you carry grow dim in the Light of Christmas.
"Joy to the world, the Lord has come."