"Benny" - latest commissioned painting
It's here again- ready or not!
Grey winter days, elongated nights filled with twinkling lights, carols, and the world is filled once again with the enchantment of childlike imagination.
My neighbor's package was mistakenly delivered to my door last night, so I put my boots on and walked into the dark across the street to their home. Built up on a hill in 1925, I walked up the old stone steps, across their well worn brick walkway, to their porch strung with happy Christmas lights.
As I gave them their package and made a little small talk, I was filled with gratefulness for the surprising light and love that comes as a gift in the wintertime. The feelings of wonderment and sparkling lights suspended in childhood memory seem like a gift from God, giving us a glimpse of the authenticity of his love for us.
Even though our experience of Christmas today is well clothed in centuries of pagan tradition and the commercialism we can't escape, the perfect gift of God's son coming into a troubled world in need of saving is present deep in our hearts and the memories we hold onto through life. Memories of loved ones, the unadulterated, all-consuming belief that only children can experience, the mystery and suspense of Christmas eve, the bright magic of Christmas morning.
As I get older and the memories become more precious each passing year, I am filled with gratitude for it all. My hope for us is that we can feel all of the love and wonder of childhood, and less of the artificial stress and pressure that seem to come with the holidays. I hope we all can have the discernment to focus on what is truly important- in our lives. With Love and gratitude- God bless us every one! Gretchen