As the holiday approaches (and there is still no snow in the ground!) I am officially getting into the Christmas Spirit.
It all starts tonight and continues as we count down 12 days until Christmas.
And today I am reminded about my promise this year to be LOVEMORE+FEARLESS. Especially by this photo my friend Pam sent me:
It’s been an amazing year already, and I know these last few weeks left in 2012 will continue to provide more hope, love and peace — because, after all, ’tis the season.
Take tonight for instance.
As I sat down to write this post, I heard a familiar song on the Pandora Radio station I listen to while I write …but I couldn’t place it.
There were no words, lyrics, voices for me to recognize. Just subtle keys of a piano talking to me.
Finally I had enough wondering, “what’s that song?” and just clicked over to inspect.
Nearer My God To Thee.
Wouldn’t you know it.
It took me back to my teenage years, standing and singing among the pews of church.
Or if on joyful wing,
cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
upwards I fly,
And then I remembered that part.
The part that sends everyone’s singing voice two octaves higher, piercing the sound barrier inside the church, shattering stained glass windows — usually brought on by an old, decrepit lady in the front of the room who sings not just high soprano, but OLD LADY high soprano.
It begins with the word “STILL” and doesn’t end until you’re nearer your God to Thee.
Still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Tonight, this song also reminded me of one of favorite parts of Christmas — church.
I love seeing the little children in their Christmas duds, the boys sparkling and decked out in little suits, the girls in frilly dresses and ribbons in their hair. Usually they come all packed together in a pew trying not to squirm out of their skin.
I love singing Christmas songs. I especially love singing Christmas songs by candlelight.
I love seeing the faces of strangers, neighbors, friends and family alike, all celebrating each other and the miracles we otherwise forget during the rest of the year.
And, I especially love the decrepit, old ladies who sit in the front pew and sing ten octaves higher than everyone else in church.
Because someday I hope to be one too.
Until then, I leave you with this:
My Gift To You
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