It is time for a hot cup of peppermint tea, liberally laced with caramel syrup, while grabbing a seat in the overstuffed chair and a penny for your thoughts.
I love the Christmas season! Its' hustle and bustle and rare quiet moments are like a balm to my aching heart. At times like these, when the barn settles and the house quiets, I know the Lords' love as I know it in no other time.
This year, as in years past, as I contemplate the birth of my Savior born long ago, it is Mary that I think of. The trip she endured when so heavy with child and on the back of a burro, at that!
Trust me when I say, burros are not an easy riding animal. Don't ask how I know, but the road was long and hard and I have been pregnant and felt that burden........I cannot even imagine what she had to endure. But still I wonder. How did she feel? To be chosen for such a time as this?
So many songs have been written as of late, about what she was thinking, what she felt at the birth of the most important Child in history. In my opinion, although lovely, most of those songs fall short of, not just the hardship, but the wonder of what she faced. Except this one.
I share it with you now. In hopes that you may truly begin to see Christmas through the eyes of wonder and love.
Merry Christmas, my friend.
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