As many of us toss our normal writing routines aside like the wrapping from a toddler’s Christmas present this month, let’s be sure we take time to reflect on the Christmas story in our lives.
Have you ever wondered what excuse the inn keepers could
possibly have come up with that first Christmas that would’ve been sufficient
justification for allowing the Son of God to be born in a barn? Sure, they had
that census crowd excuse going for them. But lighting up a “no vacancy” sign as
a hugely pregnant woman rides up on a donkey? You’d think somebody would’ve made some room.
"But
the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will
teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you.”
John 14:26
There it is. Strong and
clear. A beam of light; a tone of pure beauty. I see it. It calls to me. It pierces
that deep and darkened place in me. It strikes like lightning on my soul. It
fuels and ignites. Impassions and inspires, infusing its electricity into my
spirit. I could soar. I could fly.
It is music. It is light.
It is air and water. It is life.
Intoxicated by this
vibrancy, the attachment grows; the longing intensifies. The empty place long
covered is revealed, the straw raked back, the debris blown away… hope of its
filling floods the air; sundrenched, warm, and brilliant.
Life breaks into the dark,
shattering its bleak surface into shards of obsidian dust filtering out onto
the wind.
Share your answers in the comment section below. For me, the words that carry the most weight during this season are these: "I have come so that they may have life and have it in abundance." ~John 10:10 I also invite you to use this image any way you like online. Post it to your blog, share it on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, anywhere you'd like. All I ask is that you keep it intact, with my website watermark. Blessings, Edie