Magic Moments…

Darkness whispered outside, and Christmas lights sparkled on the tree. With our whole family present we enjoyed a mouthwatering feast. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, borrowing money, loving and laughing. We are joined for life – to be with each other in magic memories. “Joy to the world” echoing in my head. God showed His love among us. He sent His one and only Son into the World that we might live through Him. I will honor “This Gift “ in my heart.

The dim lighting combined with Christmas lights gave everything a sort of dreamy, enchanted feeling. We opened the presents… Thank you, Santa! A guitar… a gorgeous guitar… my guitar!

An aching longing to play filled my heart. A shiny, black guitar. Every curve flawless, every string tuned to perfection. “Please, play me?’ it whispered. “Play a song…”
The temptation was irresistible. A melody was just at my fingertips. I could hear the music, feel it stir inside me… The music flowed through me, into the instrument, and the guitar happily responded. The strings of my heart, touched by the Master’s hand. It chased away all confusion and darkness, replacing them with a feeling of comfort, peace and love.

I was being transported to another place, a place of warmth, light and beauty. I closed my eyes, thanking God for this magical moment. “Where the soul is full of peace and joy, outside surroundings and circumstances are of little account.”

It was way past my bedtime. “Hurry up,” Mom’s voice. She smiled and took my hand. I’ve always been drawn to my mother’s touch. It connects me to the pulse of my life, where I came from, and where I belong. We need time to dream, time to remember – time to be…Our sweetest moments of affection are meant to point us to the endless home of our hearts.

How many times, do we miss God’s blessings because they are not packaged as we expected…