My personal, Christmas quiet time table, in my bedroom, private–sequestered away from the hustle and bustle of my home.
–the framed picture Sarah had framed for me at Christmas years before–”The Peace of Christ be with You.”
–He spoke to me His comfort–”Not a bird falls to the ground without My knowledge–I see you–I hear you–I am with you”–and the baby inside of me became Sarah–in spite of 6 months of bleeding. And so small birds, when they hop across my path or are collected in my home, are a symbol to me of His love, His care. This new little bird, recently purchased for its lovely colors and simplicity–was appropriate for my table before Him.
My berry and vanilla candles–the flickering lights a delight to me– a reflection of light–a reminder of His light into my world. The fragrance like incense–lifting my prayers to heaven.
My little cross that reminded me of what I wanted the new season of my life to be characterized by–belief. All spoke to me of our special bond–I was His and He was mine.
One of my favorite instrumentals softly set the stage. I had picked a book the day before–Prepare my heart, Lord, through one of my favorite authors, Elizabeth Goudge–a beautiful, lovely children’s story–the picture of a child’s faith–the heart of faith, the delight in life, the expectation of goodness–contrasted by an adult who had forgotten how to have grace of life, compassion, to live in freedom, not under constraint. And so as I sipped my coffee, the Lord greatly encouraged my heart–I want a heart of innocent, loving trust.
And then to my Celtic Daily Prayer book–verses from the Psalms, the Old Testament, the New Testament–and more from His heart–Psalm 18: 28, “The Lord lights my lamp; The Lord illumines my darkness.” Verse 32, “The God who girds me with strength, and makes my way blameless.” Verse 35, “You have given me the shield of Your salvation, and Your right hand upholds me; and Your gentleness makes me great.” Psalm 118: 6, “The Lord is for me; I will not fear; What can man do to me? It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in princes.”
And so it went. He spoke of His love for me; His presence; His strength; His peace. I gave Him the gift of myself, my time. He gave me the gift of peace, rest, delight and strength to keep going. Now, I had what I needed and longed for–perspective, a plan of simplifying, dancing one more time knowing He was with me in the minutes of my days.
Have you given Him the gift of yourself during this busy season?
He is walking in the garden, calling your name. May His peace be yours today.