No Christmas tree, yet, and it’s the 17th. This would normally send me into a state of angst, God. But, I might just skip searching for one of the 600 being rushed in and bring down my palm tree. Maybe it was my trip into the rural villages of Swaziland? Could be!
Or, maybe it is having Sandy and Ian here to visit Mom that gives so much richness to my life that tinsel and glitter seem unnecessary? Still, I do love the lights. I prefer the multicolored lights, but they seem to have gone the way of wishing people Merry Christmas. Then again, it isn’t so bad having Christmas fall back into a time for followers of Christ. Not that others are not welcomed!
Hm. Then the white lights wrapped around trees all over town. . . which I LOVE might well be an expression of our human desire and love of light. Are they remnants of the winter solstice celebrations that the Old Ones kept?
I don’t think You mind, God, for You are the Light of the World. You know how important light is to us. . . to us who still do dwell in darkness. Come, please! Enlighten my heart today. Enlighten us ALL with Your Light . . . the very essence of Truth and Love! Please. . .