Looking out my window this morning, sipping my coffee, I was greeted with a sight incredibly similar to this photo I took one misty morning in Greece last year. I was so awed, I just stood there, taking in the loveliness and forgot to take a picture.
The sun, reaching down through the clouds, stirred the waters of the bay with golden diamonds. It looked like God himself was peeking down to say, ‘Good Morning, daughter’! It nearly took my breath, and my eyes threatened to leak. The beauty and goodness of my Father takes on a deeper meaning on mornings like this one.
As we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ today, may we stop and soak in the moments of beauty that remind us of Who it is we rejoice in. May we see how great his love for us is, and may that very love guide us into the way of peace.
It was an ordinary day as I pulled out onto the highway. The late morning traffic was light and my mind wandered as I drove the familiar route, alone for the moment, a rare pleasure in my busy days.
As I approached the quiet downtown area, I slowed. Up ahead, at a cross street, I caught sight of a familiar navy blue truck. My heart did a crazy little flippy thing, an automatic response that happened almost before it registered that it was my husband, now crossing the highway on his way home.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew11:28-30, NIV)
When I was a kid, I always thought of eggs when I heard this passage. Easy yolks, just the way I liked them, which was a pretty cool thing for Jesus to talk about, though a bit mystifying. Later I was taught that the yoke here meant a y-o-k-e, like oxen wear, keeping them together, and that we are to be yoked with Jesus. Kind of a ‘Jesus take the wheel’ scenario. Now the principle of that teaching is true, but this past week I learned that the word yoke here has a totally different meaning.
Wishing all of you, my friends, grace and peace this week as we celebrate the life of our Savior. May we marvel anew at His plan for our redemption. And may we rest in our true identity as sons and daughters of the Most High. Merry Christmas!
My husband is a pillow freak. To be fair, I now fall into that category too, but when we were newly married I didn’t get it. I mean, seriously, who needs four pillows to sleep comfortably? He did eventually convert me and, on this particular day, I was grateful for the over abundance of heavenly plushness gracing my bed.
Two days ago, I sank into my lush, soft nest and cried. This wasn’t a hopeless, overwhelmed, or angry crying bout. These were I’m-incredibly-weary-just-want-to-feel-better-not-sure-I-can-stand-it-anymore tears. It’s rare that I get to this point, but after three weeks of what is quite possibly the worst flare up of joint/muscle/nerve pain I’ve ever known, I was done in. I’m so very tired of hurting.