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?

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