My calendar, my planner and my phone all report to me with today’s date as Thursday, December 20. As always, I want to argue a bit and demand at least one of the trio to tell me, where the days of 2018 have marched away to.
Surely we cannot find ourselves only 11 days away from hanging a new calendar, opening a fresh planner and displaying 2019 on phone screens.
Sometimes it feels like time rolls along as an old movie film reel, each day a pictured square and we are spectators. Spectators situated squarely in the middle, as each frame twirls around us, trundling us through and along.
Some days, I wish the reel to move more quickly, willing it to leave pain or sorrow or distress behind. But many days, I find my fingers feebly and failingly floundering to grip the steady motion of the reel, grappling it, to slow the cessation of my days.
It’s impossible. This tugging at the reel.
What’s not impossible is the giving of thanks for this good day, the moments contained in the square flowing past me today.
What’s not impossible is the reminder to heed today. To bask in cozy warmth of twinkle lights and furnace heat in my living room. To breathe a prayer of thanks for morning conversations. To smile glad inside as I listen to the rumble of truck engines revved to life in chilly morning sunshine at the farm.
What’s not impossible is pondering a bit, the miracle of a babe of flesh, in a manger of wood, entering an uncomprehending world to save it.
And THAT, my friends is what you call a highlight reel for sure!
Wishing you coziness, contentment and a hot cup of cocoa as these last few days slide by to Christmas!