I’m remembering

It’s a December thing,

The story of our Savior’s birth.

Lord, show me the way

This holds meaning today,

Its relevance, significance, worth.

I’m thinking about

Two parents in doubt,

Their trust in God extended.

Willing to move

Without making Him prove

What it would look like when it ended.

I’m inspired by

An angel-filled sky

And a babe swaddled in a manger.

Though His surroundings were crude

To the animals He cooed

Knowing not of want, worry or danger.

I’m humbled quite

By a silent night

Amidst confusion and noise.

So when I’m challenged in

A world of sin

I’ll seek simple truths and joys.

I’m in awe of

An indescribable and infinite love

One for all and all for Thee.

Where majesty and power meet

Broken, ordinary, sweet

Miracle, get cozy here with me.

I am a wife to Greg; mom to Greg Jr., Zach and Kate; Soul Healing Hostess; writer; artist; lover of Jesus and seeker of the elusive wonders of simplicity, truth, balance and rest.

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