It's a mid-December Saturday afternoon, the week before Christmas, with the sun hiding golden amid the bleak clouds of winter.
Snow stranded and home bound I have been blessed, having time to ponder the glory of His coming, into a world as stark as this --
Yet come He did, and come again He will, not as a child but as our King. Yes, I rejoice in the wonder of His promises and the completeness of His gift, indeed my praises rise.
Still today my heart is troubled for those who do not recognize His birth or hope for His return; those who cannot see the light behind the clouds. Tears flow as my spirit aches, a groaning deep, an exhalation of sighs, every breath a prayer.
Lord, may they know You.
The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. John 1:9-10 NIV