Its so dark outside but I want to be out of bed and near the lights of the Christmas tree. I grab a robe and tiptoe down the stairs plug it in and grab coffee. These mornings feel delicious. To sit in wonder. To remember. To hope. Today I read about the Prince of Peace. An image of a young Jesus came to mind and I laughed a little imagining him walking into the house. A prince in my house. I would probably have wished I'd vacuumed and gotten dressed a little fancier. His knock was strong and as i opened the door the softness of his eyes took me. And he asked if he could just come sit by the tree with me. He wanted to be near me. I get the sense this Prince likes my presence too and is also glad to see my face.

A few minutes later i realize I am waking up in my chair. Im embarrassed that i drifted off with a guest, but he smiles. He is so glad I could rest. It was his presence that wooed me out of my circling and managing mind and my body recognized care near by. I slugged another sip of coffee, heard the trash truck outside and returned upright to my chair. What a sweet visit. I can't wait to come back again tomorrow and wonder what gift I may be given. Dear Prince of Peace, thank you for coming. Thank you for leaving the glory of the heavens to give a taste of peace on earth. How desperate i was to know peace even for just a few moments of dreaming.