It struck me when I stood up and saw this scene so typical of a weekday morning here at home during the holidays. One of my knitted cap-wearing snowmen always stands on this table — although, it’s the one carrying a broom rather than a snow shovel this year. I collect snowmen, so I have plenty from which to choose; and I always love how the morning light makes the chosen’s sparkles sparkle.
A couple of books — sometimes more;
an old pottery dish with — what else! — a snowman painted on it;
hot coffee in a treasured mug — handmade with little clay feet and a nub of clay for a thumb’s rest.
I love this scene; but it struck me that what this sweet scene just next to my favorite corner of the couch doesn’t show is, actually, what’s the most sweet of all. Time. Time spent here in prayer, in reflection of the Lord’s faithfulness, and in anticipation of the Lord’s goodness yet to come.
In the morning, O LORD, you hear
my voice;
in the morning I leave my requests
before you
and wait in expectation.
— Psalm 5:3
