It is a wet gray day here. The kind of day where you probably want to just stay inside.
I have to go to the grocery store but after that my plan is to hunker down and enjoy this first day back to our routine and normal schedule.
Christmas decorations have been taken down and pine needles swept up. I’ve always enjoyed this feeling of emptiness, this sense of quiet, that comes when the colorful holiday dress has been packed away.
I feel like I can think a little more clearly, a little more cleanly, if that makes any sense at all.
The winding road that travels through the anticipation of Advent and the hills of joyous celebration of His arrival lead us to the summit of Epiphany when He is revealed to the whole world. The space where we stand is vast and stretches free and wide open.
This same road will eventually descend into the valley of Lent and into the darkness of Good Friday before bursting into the brightness of the Resurrection.
The rearranging caused by Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany is a way to orient ourselves to the reality of our need for Christ.
Our need for this baby is great.
Our need for Him to grown in favor with God and man is immeasurable.
Those seemingly empty spaces need to be flooded with the understanding of our need for a Savior. For One who would bear our sin and take it to the cross and defeat a foe we can’t hope to rule over on our own.
Inhale the quiet.
Breathe deeply and rejoice that Love has come.