The other night, I found myself lying under the Christmas tree, looking up. It's a magical, relaxing place where I wish I could stay more often. It's as if that tax return I messed up on won't eat at me the rest of the night. It's as if the dishes did themselves. It's as if the homework turned itself in. Life kinda stops under the tree.
As I lay there, my life verse - that I don't seem to be very good at doing lately - came to mind, "Be still and know that I am God." (Annie girl, your life has a purpose. Do not forget that the Lord your God is sovereign.)
Without Christ, I would have no reason to celebrate Christmas and no Christmas tree to lie under. In the stillness, when it's just me and the Light, my soul seems to realign. I've gotten lost in all the transitioning during the last few months. I've forgotten whats most important, as I struggle just to survive. But all of a sudden, with a faint whisper from the Prince of Peace, life seems doable again.
I hope and pray this season that you'll take time to find out what your life looks like under the Christmas tree.
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