The dawn is yet to be. My home is quiet and I sit writing in the light of a sole candle. Even as I gaze upon it with wonder, the flame increases as though it longs for me to notice its power and brightness.
Today marks the birth of my King in our western culture. I have put on a love song and closing my eyes I sit still. The only gift I have for my Savior is all of me. My hopes, my dreams, my time, my life, my hunger to know more of Him.