Ribbons of snow swirl across our harvested fields, and over these Iowa country roads. Our corner of this world is brush-stroked in white, until you can barely see where Earth’s curve meets winter sky.
On this day, the world outside the glass shivers. Bunnies scamper and crisscross for shelter. Pheasants shake and peck, gathering wing-to-wing as they bed down to face this storm.
And as I watch nature move over frozen Earth, I am reminded:
This is how we celebrate Christmas.
We run for cover.
We seek a safe hiding place, in from the cold.
Even when this stormy world has run out of room
for those of us who follow a Star
We find a safe place beside a manger.
This is the Good News:
a Person wrapped in swaddling clothes
a Person wrapping us in Love.
We find shelter beneath His Wings this Christmas … and every day. Here, it is always warm.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
O Father, on this day, as a winter storm churns over this frozen world, we run in from the cold. Storms rage all around us, but we find a safe hiding place in you. We close our eyes and lift hearts to You, the God-Man who is both the Gift and the Giver all year ’round. We love you. Amen.
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
— Psalm 91:1
Photos: Girls with wings scamper for cover after a Mama-led photo-shoot for our Sunday School Christmas program. My Anna, 5, raises arms in praise and leans into her sweet friend. (May we all have friends to lean into as we lift voices to the King of kings!)
Photos used by permission from my real-life friend, Angie, whom I lean into regularly…
Each Wednesday, I join Ann Voskamp and her community as we explores spiritual practices that draw us nearer to His heart. This week, we begin to explore how we celebrate Christmas traditions. You may visit her community by clicking here or by going here: www.aholyexperience.com.