I was talking with a friend recently, a great fan of the Christmas season, who asked when we’re putting our tree up.
“Well,” I hesitated, “we’re waiting until December 21st.”
A conversation was sparked about how differently God calls families to within his Kingdom. They have felt called to really CELEBRATE holidays, and are gifted with the talent to do so in a wonderful and beautiful way.
Brad and I feel called to explore a different kind of Christmas this year.
When Christmas is over we often wish we had done it differently.
A couple of years ago I made a note from a book on mountaintop mining. Erik Reece says in “Lost Mountain”, “Individualism is the right to passively consume in pursuit of a happiness based on convenience; individuality is a more creative attempt to invent oneself and one’s life based not on commercial influences but on a more direct, intuitive combination of knowledge, passion and responsibility.”
This year we’re taking a risk, encouraged by an 8 year old who suggested waiting until Christmas Eve to decorate, and putting up our tree on the winter solstice.
We’ll celebrate the longest night of the year by hanging lights.
Light into darkness. The coming of the Messiah.
I am joyful in expectation of this experiment.
I wrote a couple of rants about Black Friday this morning and quickly deleted them all because I sounded like a jerk.
Finally I asked God what he wanted me to write about Black Friday and I heard “nothing.”
To those that choose to get up early and enjoy this time shopping with family, God blesses and loves you.
To those that choose to buy nothing today, God blesses and loves you.
That’s it. God loves us.
Spirit filled room,
Hands pressed into
My arms, head, back.
Powerful words spoken
As an act of Heaven
Reaching down to Earth.
Quiet parts of
My heart drawn
into the open,
Released into the world.
Soul renewed for the work
Of His hands
Via my hands.
Single tears pool at the
Corners of my eyes
And with a smile
I cry, “Joy!”
Yesterday and today were shitty days.
As the days wore on it felt like one rock after another was piled onto my back until I was slumped over and sad.
But! The story gets better, it gets better because I have friends who at the drop of my hat will pray for me and my shitty day. And not just say they will pray, but literally stop working and pray to God for my life, and then take the time to send me eight minute long voxes with words that the Spirit gave them through prayer.
I am so blessed.
Then I spent time looking through pictures from the last 3 months because I took nearly 2000 photos that needed edited.
To look through these moments, many already forgotten about, and to see a good life is pure joy. For that brief moment a shutter opens to capture light and darkness and shows it is good.