It's a cold, dark morning and I'm sitting here in silence (well, Naomi's cats are racing around upstairs) and lamplight, wishing each of you a very merry Christmas.
Yesterday I hiked over frozen snow to our mailbox where no Christmas cards awaited me. None arrived the day before, either, and so yesterday I thought, Hmmm. We received so few cards this year and in previous years, that would have bummed me out. Royally. But you know? What matters most this year is that I mailed lots and lots of cards. I printed out a Christmas letter and slipped that into some cards--and God provided all the stamps, to boot. I did what God nudged me to do and, truly, that's all that matters.
And then I hummed "Angels We Have Heard On High" all the way down the driveway with only bills in my gloved hand. And smiled and smiled, feeling freed.
May your Christmas Day be sweet and may you be inspired to make every day of 2011 feel like Christmas within your heart, spreading that feeling, that gift, to everyone you know.
May you learn how to receive God's daily joy and then fling it out across the land to searching hearts.
May you be and live free as only those who love Him truly can.