I do remember my sister and I would take turns, every morning before school, alternating who would reach into the pocket and secure the next ornament on the tree. By the time we reached pocket number 25, I just know all the angels burst out in song as we hoisted their tiny friend to the top of the tree. If I could sit down at my breakfast table and have a cup of coffee with that angel I believe the conversation might go a lil' like this: "You know some years it was touch and go if y'all were even gonna' make it to me. I mean you do remember the small war that may have broken out as you tried to determine, for the 999th time, whose turn it was next."
It has been 2 years since I sat down to write a new entry for my blog. In fact, it took me a while to "relearn" how to do this. Since I last wrote, my life has been so messy. There have been many aspects of my journey that have been a little "touch and do I really have to go this way?" However, as the seasons of my life have ebbed and flowed, God has shown me in a glorious way what it means to take one day at a time. He has forced me to slow down and focus on the date right in front of me. Of even greater importance, I have learned that we should live every day of our lives as if it were a gift God designed just for us. This gift may be wrapped in a different package tomorrow. However, amidst the hills and valleys a promise exists. Angels, stars and His love remain.
As we continue to experience the joy of the Christmas season, may we celebrate His love one moment and one day at a time. Merry Christmas to you!
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