As I sat at the red light, I watched a couple walking with
measured steps, a little two-year-old
girl walking between them, holding their hands. I wondered if they were the
grandparents. I wondered if they were actually going slower than the wee girl
needed them to go.
As I watched, the little girl added in a skip. An attempt at
a skip: obviously a manoeuvre she’s only recently learned. Then she did a
little jump or two, while her two adults continued their dirge-like walk up the
hill, oblivious to her irrepressible joy.
When life slows down, it’s easy to just slump down with a
coffee and a device. It’s beautiful, instead, to redeem the time creatively, choreographing
in a few unanticipated moves, experimenting with some new skills, allowing joy
to bubble up from within as I contemplate the amazing Creator who loves me.
There is a time for everything. I – like most of us – am drawing
breath after an intensely busy, and fun, family Christmas. May I use the odd
free moment to express the delight there is in just being alive, well-loved and
well-fed and housed. May I allow myself to be enriched as I celebrate and
receive again Immanuel, God with us.
I am incredibly blessed.
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