Celebrate me home

It started to snow, ever so lightly, on Christmas Eve in east Tennessee. The stillness and solitude of a dark December night had given way to a flurry of frosted flakes fluttering toward frozen soil. Many miles were navigated to reach this circle of love and you could feel God’s presence among those assembled to celebrate the happy homecoming and the birth of Jesus Christ (Matthew 1:21), the beloved Son of the Lord Almighty. By mid-morning Christmas Day, a thin blanket of pure white greeted the gathering. While we each may measure the memories of countless Christmases in our consciousness, we also carry with us daily the Holy Spirit that resides in the heart of every believer (Romans 12:1). It’s a very comforting feeling, being home for the holidays, totally surrounded by family (plus four rowdy and rambunctious canines), sharing stories, songs and silliness in such a secure and safe haven. No matter how far we roam from one another, we take refuge in the assurance of The Savior’s compass, guiding us along the Way of Holiness (Isaiah 35:8-10). There are times that will always be remembered and times we will recall when we find ourselves alone. And in those quiet moments, bow a knee and pray, then joyfully sing yourself home… and celebrate!