the sweetest season I know

As I sit in the quietness of my camper on the eve of Christmas, I look out the window at the dampness still on the ground. Nothing moving. Not a single leaf on the tree. As peaceful as a baby asleep in its crib. The candle burning beside me; strong aroma of mocha. The light in the morning sky, shining brightly with rays of hope. Drinking hot cappuccino warm and soothing. My morning devotion, the words I write on a card, my prayers for others, seem almost... anointed. Picture of my baby grandson, grips my heart especially tight. Something about this season. It's the sweetest season I know. Families seem closer. Strangers appear kinder. Everything around me seems brighter, bigger, more beautiful. As I sit, I remember friends whose husbands just passed away this week. I think about the families still living in tents months after the hurricane. The mothers and fathers yearning for their wayward sons and daughters to come home. The children that are patiently awaiting a forever mama and daddy to love them. The man sleeping on the sidewalk. The mother that can't spend time with her children because she is in prison. Please bring them peace. As I sit quietly, I can't help but think about those that enjoy putting up a beautiful Christmas tree and buying lavish gifts to put under it, but have no idea why they are doing it. Please let them find you...for you are the reason for this season. I believe in this season. I believe in you. And whether we wake up on Christmas morn in joy or pain... you will forever love us. Jesus, you are the sweetest one I know...sweeter than honey to my lips. sammie jean