A light sifting of white lies gently on ground and trees this morning. It contrasts nicely with the darkness of a pre-dawn morning. Child-like, I was halfway hoping for several inches of snow but this is what the Lord has sent us so it must be for the best. I have faith that He knows what’s best.
As I sip my first cup of steaming Folger’s this morning, I think about Christmas coming in only a few days. I’m grateful the shopping is all finished. Matt said yesterday the stores were so crowded, he had to park quite a distance from the place he wanted to shop. But now, gifts are wrapped and are waiting for Christmas morning.
This morning’s Bible reading was Luke 1:26-56, the story of the angel Gabriel coming to Mary with the most wonderful message ever given to mankind: Jesus, the Son of God, was going to be born. Mary was, quite naturally, frightened, but she believed the angel and I believe the story. I am grateful that I do. Faith is a gift from God and I receive it with gratitude. I’m glad that I believe all of the Bible. I do not think it is a Book from which I can pick and choose what I believe, and I’ve come to realize that believing is a gift. Faith in Jesus is the cornerstone upon which I live my life. If I did not believe, I would be, as Saint Paul said, most miserable.
This morning , I’d like to conclude with an anonymous quote which I’ve changed a bit:
Regret looks behind, fear looks around, but faith looks up.
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