57 Days

 

 

Today, on Facebook, a friend had posted that there is only 57 days ‘til Christmas. I know for many; this does not bring on much excitement.

For me. I have already begun to listen to Christmas music and take in a few Holiday classics.

In a time of such uncertainty all around us, I believe what better time than for a little certainty. During the Holidays, specifically Christmas time, a marvelous transformation occurs in the heart of man.

Pocketbooks open wider. Helping those less fortunate than ourselves.

Those without, find themselves with plenty. It truly is a time of Blessings.

Though. This year is quite different than the last, what better time than to embrace the Season of Miracles.

Christ the Messiah came as the song for the suffering.

He is the light to the wanderer.

HE IS HOPE.

HE IS PEACE.

HE IS JOY.

 

Berries

 

Outside my bedroom window, Migrating Robins, with their fluffy, whitish, winter plumage, have gathered to get their fill of berries. A much-needed sustenance to continue onward, South.

Some linger a little while. Filling the crisp, Autumn air with their sweet song. Taking rest within the tree’s colorful branches of yellows, greens and reds.

Many other feathered friends arrive to partake in the feast. All beautifully unique. All with the knowledge that it is time to take flight and journey toward warmer temperatures. Where the availability of food is prevalent. All with the intelligence of which flight pattern to follow. I marvel at such a thing.

 We have not a journey mapped out before us. Its patterns, unknown.

 However.

 Within God’s open arms, we find rest for the weary.

Within His provisions, we take eat.

Where there is angst, we find peace.

Where there is pain, we find comfort.

His love never falters.

His Grace, for the taking.

He is our abundance.

He is our everything.

 

Such a Strange Acorn

 

Such a strange acorn, I am.

 Those closest to me know just how much I adore Christmas. The twinkling lights. Baking. Decorating. Singing Carols. Movie classics. (which I have already began to watch) Family gatherings. And the tree in all its intricate detailing and elegance. Almost each ornament holds a precious memory from its giver.

 However, with the Holidays soon approaching, I must not look too far ahead, otherwise missing the Glory of Fall.

 Autumn is our gentle friend. Our cozy companion who whispers softly through her swaying branches. Her brilliant honesty paints the countryside in all her grandeur of ambers, reds, greens and plums. As her leaves fall and flutter about in a magnificent dance, a soft reminder she sends. There is astonishing beauty in the colors of change.

 

For, D