December is a month filled with contrasts.
Days are shorter. Nights longer.
Clouds fill the sky and darken the sun.
Winter’s wind breathes frost on the grass and trees.
Once again, we don gloves, scarves, and warm winter coats.
But under the darkness, under the cold, lie promises.
Promises of longer, warmer days. Of flowers dancing in the breeze.
The promise of a Messiah. A child, born in a manger.
A man who would change history forever.
Our God, filled with sacrificial love for all mankind.
And so, we hang up lights. We decorate the house and trim the tree.
We wrap gifts. We anticipate.
We wait. We wait to celebrate our Savior’s birth.
Just as Mary waited for His birth, we wait, anticipating, hopeful.
But are we missing the true blessings?
Do we wait to welcome Him in our hearts and homes?
Do we wait to celebrate Him all year long?
While waiting for the remembrance of His birth,
While waiting to celebrate the babe in the manger,
Do we feel the glow of His light, shining in the darkest corners of our hearts?
Do we sense His presence, chipping away all our rough edges?
May we reflect His image to a world that waits.
To a world that desperately needs a Savior.
2 thoughts on “December Waiting”
You said I’d like it, and I did! Very nice reminder of where our hearts and minds should be this month.
I’m glad you liked it, Nancy. I think we all need those reminders now and then. Thanks for reading and commenting.