“Christmas is that moment when GOD in His unconditional love stepped out of Heaven to come to Earth so that one day we might step out of Earth and into Heaven for all eternity.” ~ Rev Charles Stanley.
This quote may not be exactly what Rev. Stanley said this morning, but I think it is close enough. As I was working on the infamous “mocking stocking” and being “fed” my bread for the day, I had to totally stop what I was doing and do some fast writing. I had tried to just listen, but that inner nudge kept knocking me on the head – over and over. So I stopped, picked up a pencil, and began to write some notes.
“Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of GOD…”~1 Peter 5:6
It is hard when chaos is swirling, plans are laid out and time is short for me to surrender to that inner (sometimes painful) nudge. The good thing about being an elder in this life, I’ve learned not ignore those nudges – well – – – mostly – – – at least – – – I think.
Tonight,, I still managed to get everything on my list done. Go, me! Better yet – I found time to sing along with the Christmas carols on TV, write a few devotional notes, and feel the Holy Spirit quicken the heart that had not been focused on Him into some attentive, meditative prayer. Sure enough, when I returned to my own to-do list, the stomach didn’t hurt with anxiety. The fingers worked easier with the tiny stitches. A new picture – a better picture – formed in my little creative endeavor. Best of all, all the stockings – even the mocking stocking – are finished. Well – mostly – a few tiny details tomorrow, and that mocking stocking will be hung by the chimney with care.
Glorious impossibles happen in humble obedience.
Tomorrow night, I will watch Amahl and the Night Visitors (my all time favorite Christmas movie) and will let that bittersweet memory Christmas memory swirl over me.
🎄Sitting on the floor as we watched Amahl.
🎄A very small TV screen.
🎄Plastic horses scattered around me.
🎄Parents sitting on the couch or in their chairs.
🎄A huge Christmas tree with bubble lights.
🎄An angel at the top with blond hair.
Tomorrow, I will listen to the laughter of my leaves of three all gathered under one roof again and think of my oldest son far off enjoying a wonderful vacation with his family by a warm ocean. Breaking bread, singing carols, making a few crafts, listening to the jibber-jabber of the Grands. waiting for the sound of Santa’s bells in the distance which will tell me when it is time to go home and wait for the Glorious impossible.
✨Reading Luke Chapter 2.
✨Watching Midnight Mass from the Vatican.
✨Standing outside for as I say my Christmas prayers.
✨Waiting and watching and listening for when He returns
✨Another Glorious Impossible.
“‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,’ who was, and is, and is to come.”~Rev 4:8b