The Christmas season is upon us and I've put up my tiny little-shrub-with-lights-on from last year and strung fairy lights around my window. Have been in the workship ("workshop" but I'm watching TNG) of late producing delightful holiday knicknacks that may appear a bit rudimentary, but keep me out of trouble, at least. The season is a bit quieter out here in SoKo, no Santas on motorcycles or massive light displays, but I'm finding that really, I secretly miss it all. I miss the Macy's windows and the tree at Rockafeller Center, I miss the tackiness and the over the top and the gosh-darn-it-why-not-it's Christmas kind of thing. I miss people and places and home.
But in spite of that missing, there is a kind of satisfaction and peace that rests on me now. Joseph Addison has said: "The grand essentials to happiness are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." This morning, while I was brushing my teeth I realized that socks on the floor, felt "joy" stocking on my wardrobe, world maps and dream boards on the wall, I've never been happier. The grace of God has brought me safe thus far and I trust that His grace will lead me home.
If it's been awhile since I've seen you, I miss you. Know that I think of you often and thoughts of coming home-- coming home well-- keep me going. Until then, I will continue to work, live and love the Lord my God with all my heart, with all my soul, and with all my strength. I am hoping and praying that you will do the same.