Susan LaffertyChristmas. Worship Him.
In the loud or silent.
Amid crowds or all alone.
At the table overflowing or simply breaking bread.
Surrounded by decorations and gifts, wrapping and ribbons. Or without all the fanfare.
In your home or at the church or elsewhere.
Worship Him.
Entry into the Christmas season. Sometimes shaped by memories—sweet and hard.
Music fills the air. Old favorites stirring hearts. Touching deep.
Amid the decorating, familiar traditions, and holiday trappings, I stop. Think about the reason behind it all.
Take time to reflect.
And remember.
Letting go.
I hold the simple karahi with both hands. We bought these aluminum wok-like pans in the bazaar during our first months in Pakistan.
They sit, hidden behind other pots in the cabinet. Rarely used lately.
It’s time.
