As today comes to a close I look around,
all the presents are wrapped and under the tree.
The little ones are settled into their beds and I take a minute to think on the night Jesus was born.
In a manger.
A smelly place to be born
but what beauty must have shone in that place.
A beauty that came as a babe,
a beauty that already was.
A beauty, a baby, to grow into a man;
a man who knows my messed up self.
Knows my imperfections, my flaws, my shortcomings
Tomorrow we'll wake to presents and paper,
pancakes and playing;
will I really remember Him.
Will I make tomorrow about Him?
Will my words, my actions, my heart be a reflection of Him?
That baby who grew into a man,
to die, for mankind.
Holy Spirit, fill me, lead me, change me. -m
|Aubs and I at Cheraw State Park, SC|