A Midnight Clear

Merry Christmas, dear ones!

I hope this day is full of great joy, sweet peace, and coveted rest.

Here are sweet words written by someone much more poetic than I:

O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

My prayer for us today is that we could take a deep long breath of grace, that we’d rest beside the weary road and listen. The God who sent angels to sing of His Son’s birth sings songs over you, did you know? Now, if that’s not a reason for merriment this Christmas, I certainly can’t think of one.

Much love to you and merry, merry Christmas!

Zephaniah 3:17

The LORD your God is with you…
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”