As I entered the room with the hustle and bustle of the festivities of the Eve, my spirits I have to confess were not at a high point, been a week of medical testing rather than Christmas Spirit and celebrating. A big part of me wanted to go off somewhere quiet and have the world disappear. Life has a way of taking you out of your funk and angels come in all shapes and sizes.
I sad down next my my nephew, cousin’s on, who is a teen now and we started talking, before you knew we were having an in depth discussion on different life issues, world events, really having a great time, having really intelligent discussion, something I often can’t even have with adults because any conservative viewpoint is dismissed as racist etc…, rather than listened to and appreciated, considered even. The Spirit I thought I had lost was found with the smile and love of one who from the moment he came into the family, and also his sister and brother, lit up our lives. Once again, that light of a “child” brought a smile and the Spirit back into the heart and soul. It doesn’t take presents, things to find your joy, not really, not if you have an open heart, and so through the light of my three Christmas lights whom I refer to as Pushkin, Sweet Potato Pie and My Muffin, the Christ Child, His Light makes its’ way into my heart.
Shalom and Amen