Preparing to celebrate the Gift of Gifts, under a thick blanket of December snow, my list
Christmas cards falling through the mail slot.
My three walking through the church mid-week with baskets full of goodies. Delivering gifts of love to those who serve.
The safe arrival of a sweet baby girl.
Cold, pink cheeks.
A red scarf.
Sleds. And the big hill at the neighborhood park.
Old Christmas movies at the end of a snow day.
A puzzle in progress.
Finding Hannah reading to her brothers.
Piles of snow gear in our school room.
Standing by the fire in their socks.
Family Advent readings.
The Gift of Gifts.
What shall I render thee for the gift of gifts,
thine own dear Son, begotten, not created,
my Redeemer, proxy, surety, substitute,
his self-emptying incomprehensible,
his infinity of love beyond the heart's grasp.
from Valley of Vision
The lists continue...