My prayer this Christmas

A full moon hangs just over the housetops tonight and begins its ascent. Yet it is not just the moon that rises, but my thoughts here on this spinning earth. My heart sends up a prayer, pure and bright.

Dear heavenly Father, can this Christmas be for me not about things but thoughts? Can this season stir me not to mere motion but to patient trust and calm knowing?

I think of the angel's sweet promise to humanity: "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord" (Luke 2:11).

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