There’s a bit of a hush which settles in the corners and cracks of my house the days before Christmas. With the evening sky painted in tone of vibrant colors, the lingering smells of sweet spices and the sound of old carols I settle in for a long winter’s solstice. I really don’t recognize if days a lengthy or if time has stood still, since settling shadows play tricks near my hearth.
It’s the time of the year the world seems to love longer and give more. Even in the excitement of the Christmas season there is a quiet in my soul. A whisper at first draws my attention. Whether it’s a memory or a new treasure from the Word of God, I know not which catches my attention first.
Messiah has come… that is what the angel’s said on a quiet, still night not so different than tonight. I want to run like the shepherds did to see this great thing. I long to a announce, rejoice and fall to my knees in reverence to the King. Whisper of Messiah linger in this season. They touch the hearts of mankind as He has come to find the lost and save the sinner.
Wishing all a blessed Christmas…
“For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11-12