Tuesday, December 7, 2010
In a season of want, relying on Him for my needs, I find peace in simplicity.
A simple chant: "O come, O come...."
The smell of fresh balsam; a single red bow; three pine cones.
Dad's hands, cool, with paper thin skin, gripping mine tightly as I help him stand.
The smiles of teenage girls.
One purple candle, then two, lit with wooden matches.
Cans of peas and corn and pumpkin, boxes of macaroni, lined up on my counter. Gifts that mean more than words can say.
Boys in blankets, warm with sleep, pretending to doze in the morning darkness. A little dog, black and white and happy all over, nestled with them.
Blue eyes that are sometimes green. With crinkles at the corners.
Toddlers squealing while I chase them.
A hug, unsolicited, from my grown-man son.
Simple, precious gifts. Look around. They're everywhere. Enjoy them, and rejoice in preparing your heart for Christmas.
Posted by Cathy Adamkiewicz at 10:13 AM