Christmas Angels

My mind is full. Many thoughts shuffle past each other, bounce off the wall of my brain, and look for a place to call home. Through them all though comes a thought pattern that does have a beginning and an end. And keeps resonating with me.

    What inspires you this year about Christmas? Different years being different inspirations for me. Here is this years inspiration from Heaven.

     “Angels sing to Him, sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia! Angels sing to Him, sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia!”*

  Angels. Light. Song. Him. Love. 

  Early morning brings a puking feverish little girl, who fights taking medicine. As the medicine comes back up, my temper rises as well. And then I hear it. “Angels sing to Him, sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia! With the sweet song comes a message that can’t be misunderstood. “You’re Summer’s angel. Sing to her. Show her your love. Do it for Me”  and the job that was sour now has purpose.

    Keeping blonde bangs from getting in the way of the bucket, a camping trip tainted with fussy children, a little girl in a tailspin after her knee and palm meet with asphalt, I despair quite easily at the endless opportunity to give. But if I listen, the song is still playing. “Angels sing to Him sing your love to Him, He’s our Lord and King. Alleluia!”

   Miraculously it makes a full December bearable. Somehow it makes Christmas a collection of treasured memories and peaceful moments. It makes the “snatches of joy” in life sparkle.

  Christmas comes home to my heart. In being someone’s angel. Being someone’s music. Giving someone light.

*Bethlehem by Dorothy Good