And it has been put by, The Season, come and gone, and now, as with most momentous periods, I sit quietly, as is my habit, drinking coffee out of a beautiful cup, having read the Ancient Text and spoken with The Ancient of Days and quietly thinking of Him, of life, and of love. We sat at Mom’s old table last Christmas night, talked and laughed, having our fill of one another and pushing into the corners of our hearts, past memories as memories now needed room to fit. A question was posed about the greatest answer to prayer I had experienced. I had not to think of it because I think of it often. 43 years ago, on another Christmas season, my sister had called to plead with me to forgo my plans and stop the imminent vows to set my life course. She would not hang up for hours until I had agreed to her and drove back across the state, those plans put by. As I sat at this Christmas evening table, I looked around and thought again; none of these, the least to the lover, would have been if it had not been for that saintly sister's loving plea to a heart still lodged in a far country.
God is good. God is great. Let us thank Him.
Merry Christmas, Tressella
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