Considering Christmas

My son’s pencil scratched the page of his penmanship book. Cursive challenged. Pencil flew. I noticed the fury and said,

Son, please slow down.

Pencil continued to scrawl. Words joined the bustle,

Mom, I want to hurry, so I can take time to collect my thoughts.

My response cut short with a sigh and a giggle of understanding.

My thoughts scatter on the winter wind.

Madonna and Baby by Sandro Botticelli

I have projects to plan, cards to send, gifts to wrap, things to clean, walls to paint, stockings to sew, meals to plan. Scribbles hurried. Words illegible.

This season of wonder too easily becomes a season of stress.

I set the list aside and find the black book edged with gold.

Gabriel said to her, ‘Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you. Mary was very perplexed at this statement, and kept pondering. (Luke 1:29)

I am pondering it now. Emmanuel…God with us.

Love written with a life divine, a life worth slowing down to consider.

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