It’s so pretty to sit in the dark of the library with twinkly Christmas lights outside the window and thick snowflakes cascading on everything. I stepped out earlier to play with the neurotic dog, Daisy, and it was just so quiet. I don’t know if it was because everyone was inside enjoying their festivities or if because the snow has a beautiful way of blanketing out all sounds. And yet, when it makes everything so quiet and peaceful, you can almost make out the sound of falling snow.
I couldn’t help but sing.
“Silent night, Holy night,
all is calm, all is bright …”
And at that moment, I was singing praises to God for this gorgeous, gorgeous night. For all the love He has brought into my life, the trials I have fought through and learned so much, and for the blessings. Oh the blessings. And for a moment, a brief shining moment, my voice was actually pretty. And the thick snowflakes landing in my hair, landing on my nose and eyelashes as I looked up into the sky, I felt pretty. And terribly loved by my Maker. And even though the child was in bed and the man is at work, probably not even going to sleep tonight with all the fire calls, I felt so full of company in my heart.
I pray you find your solace, your heart, your song and your pretty voice tonight. And you realize that you are so not alone.
Merry Christmas.
