I caught sight of the shiny door handle reflecting pretty lamp light; so my coffee cup got set down, and my camera got picked up. Moments like this are not small gifts.
When I got close, I saw the smudges. This seldom used handle seldom gets smudged, but we just had a party. All those friends and family members gathered around the pool table playing and laughing and some singing along with Christmas carols belted out by the nickelodeon — when that happens, the big doors get opened to let a little cold, wintry night air into the room overly warmed by a roaring fire and good cheer. I smile thinking about it. The smudges will soon be history — gone, cleaned off, wiped away; but the treasured memories will remain.
I praise you, Lord, for reflections and smudges and treasured memories.
Sounds like a lovely gathering indeed. Lucky your guests, getting to socialize in your beautiful home, and dine on all that tasty food you've put so much love into.