Then God said, “And now we will make human beings; they will be like us and resemble us. . .”
Genesis 1:26a GNT
It blesses me to bask in the lights of the Christmas tree. Lighting on the nativity set I made for Mama years ago reminds me of how thankful I am to have had godly parents. Looking at the lights also reminds me that we are to be the light of Christ in a dark world.
There's something about lacing my fingers around a warm cup that is soothing. Feeling the warm liquid go down my throat reassures me and makes me thankful for the comforts of home.
In the middle of the madness of the holiday season, one of my favorite moments is curling up with Maisie. She could care less about the cards to be addressed, or the gifts to be wrapped, or the recipes that need to be printed off.
With my mug of cider and the soft of twinkle of lights, the velvety touch of Maisie purring calms my soul. It may sound silly, but her unconditional touch refuels me to reach out to those around me more.
After moving "up north" to Kansas, our family made Christmas trips to Georgia nearly very year. Somewhere between Arkansas and Alabama, as pine trees began to pepper the scenery, my brother would begin singing "I'm Dreaming of a GREEN Christmas".
The earthy, pine fragrance has been replaced by the aroma of cinnamon in apple pies and spiced cider. Every year when we welcome cinnamon in with the fall breezes, I'm thankful for homes where I have been loved.
Dear Reader, no matter what delights your senses or ignites your memories, I hope they bring you back to our Creator. I pray sensory delights will be tangible reminders that you are loved and blessed.