6:00 am...It's silent and still looks like night. It's a transitional Christmas. My own children are too old to be fooled by small gifts and the things they want/need are not attainable at this time. The grandkids have too many toys anyway and we were advised not to purchase any. Dennis and I don't need anything. There was really no one immediately to shop for, to give to, and no money to do it with anyway.
I thought, last night as I went to bed, that the magic of Christmas is gone....this morning, however, I still feel it, a tiny flicker inside. They all babble on about Christmas not being about the gift giving and receiving, but it is. Christmas was God's absolute gift. The most prized possession given to people who didn't understand, appreciate or protect it. (Him) Amazing. When my feelings are bruised, it must be a small, small scale of what the Almighty feels daily. I'm glad that He's God.
Silent night...
1 comment:
That's a good word. Thumbs up for this post.
--JOE
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