My one December aim of “one small touch each day …” physically, has fallen flat, fallen so far short!
No tree, green-fragrant, points triangle up toward heaven before the central window.
None of the windows bear their usual candles of “welcome.”
No gifts are wrapped or sent yet.
And the half-done wreath (on whose formation I fizzled last Friday) hangs half-naked pathetic on the door.
A flu sidelined me, slowed me down, and when I speeded up too soon last week, resulting relapse sent me “back to start” — or rather, stop!
And I’m sitting here thankful for it.
Not just forcing thank-You words, but really seeing reason to be grateful.
December’s preparations used to mean such different things from now. And those past priorities, “urgent” “must-do’s,” are the ones that are not happening.
But my second December aim is happening, more than I might have imagined!
My heart is pointing heaven-upward,
my soul feeling more evergreen than ever,
my thoughts more elated, inflated with joy.
My spirit is fully swathed in the garment of praise,
and my eyes, though maybe bloodshot, are lighting welcome to the King of kings — better to God, methinks, than window candles any day.
It’s been an incredible year, an incredible week, of miracles, of answered prayer past measure. And even though in recent years we’ve pared down on the busy, I would have started adding this fluff and that non-essential and yet some other demanding trapping… which my sick-abed precluded!
So I count it blessing that in greater stillness I can see the truth: that even all that stuff I “had” to do, I don’t have to do at all! I am merely freer to focus on recent blessings, and on the One Who came and is coming again.
It is the preparation of the heart that counts.
So, thank you, Lord,
- for flu,
- and flu relapse,
- that they’re early and fairly mild,
- for quiet in the morning,
- and thoughts uncluttered and free.
Thank you for
- Your gift of Love that keeps on giving,
- Your Son, and Your Holy Spirit, given so mercifully, so incredibly to me,
- the sure promise of Your final Advent,
- my beginning to “get” what’s really important preparation, and for
- a preparation of my heart.