The quiet has returned with the snow this week. I forget how much sound the outside makes -- the mowers, the goats and cows and roosters, the birds of prey circling overhead, the tractors and four-wheelers. The six inches of snow quells all of that and the air is finally still.
Christmas is here. Snug blankets on the couch signify that our evenings of reading each night have returned. There suddenly seems more time in my day . . . more darkened hours to fill with light. Needy arms await soothing as time seems to stand still.
The music of the season has returned, as have the tastes. Ginger and molasses and mint and chocolate become intermingled in our days. The decorations are arranged and the special trees are in their places awaiting each day's lighting. I think I love the twinkle of Christmas lights in the early morning hours more than any other time ...
Our Sunday evening advent times have returned with reading and sharing, singing and lighting. Each child carries a candle to bed singing "Silent Night" until that one final silent night when anticipation meets with joy.
Pictures of us from years gone by draw me in to remember .... and sometimes weep. It is all happening so fast. How I cherish each passing year. Praise God for His gift of Christmas. I do.
The quiet has returned with the snow this week. I forget how much sound the outside makes -- the mowers, the goats and cows and roosters, the birds of prey circling overhead, the tractors and four-wheelers. The six inches of snow quells all of that and the air is finally still.
Christmas is here. Snug blankets on the couch signify that our evenings of reading each night have returned. There suddenly seems more time in my day . . . more darkened hours to fill with light. Needy arms await soothing as time seems to stand still.
The music of the season has returned, as have the tastes. Ginger and molasses and mint and chocolate become intermingled in our days. The decorations are arranged and the special trees are in their places awaiting each day's lighting. I think I love the twinkle of Christmas lights in the early morning hours more than any other time ...
Our Sunday evening advent times have returned with reading and sharing, singing and lighting. Each child carries a candle to bed singing "Silent Night" until that one final silent night when anticipation meets with joy.
Pictures of us from years gone by draw me in to remember .... and sometimes weep. It is all happening so fast. How I cherish each passing year. Praise God for His gift of Christmas. I do.
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Lovely! Thanks so much for inspiring my heart....again. You are always a blessing, my friend.
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