Dawn is glowing in the eastern sky, pinky orange, as I write this, sitting at my kitchen table. A few of the pine tops are visible, like dark etchings. The coffee’s on, the dogs and cats have been outside, and I’m about to settle down to my journaling. I’ve written Morning Pages for years, and for the past several, I’ve journaled my prayers as well. It will be cold in Spokane today, but probably clear. We’re hoping for a white Christmas, but you never know.
For me, Christmas happens in the heart, at many and varied times of the year, when I stop rushing around long enough to look outward, at the beauty of God’s Creation, or inward, to that peaceful place where He’s always waiting for me.
2006 was a year of tremendous blessings–and some losses, too. As I’ve mentioned, two favorite uncles passed this year. My very dear friends, the Websters, are facing a difficult health issue, and I hope you will add your prayers to mine.