The World in Solemn Stillness Lay,
To hear the angels sing.
It makes me laugh to think back to when I was a kid. December used to crawl by almost maliciously, or so it seemed, because I was looking forward to Christmas so much. But a kid doesn’t really have responsibilities or deadlines around Christmas beyond ripping off another paper link and opening an Advent calendar flap. I think it’s all the shopping and madness that makes it December 22nd now, before I’ve fully registered that November is even over. It makes me wish that we could all go back to a simpler time, or be happy with home-made presents or something.
But then, it’s easy to complain, isn’t it? I need to boot myself out of that yearning mindset and focus on being intensely, profoundly thankful for what I’ve been given this Christmas and every Christmas. I love my family so much. Moving out this year has helped make it clear to me just how much.
Today on the train, one of my pens leaked in my backpack all over lots of my stuff. But I was hit with such a strong sense of gratitude this morning that I hardly even minded. I laughed about it with Phil when I got to work. Because if this is the worst thing that happens to me today, or even if it isn’t, oh beauty, I am blessed.
