Good morning, DearOne.
You know how much I love traditions and patterns, right? As a little girl we spent every Sunday after church at my grandparents for Sunday dinner with whoever might show up, aunts and uncles and cousins and friends, and dogs, hogs and horses were always near on the creek, too.
And, God’s presence hovered on us there.
Mother has kept that Sunday Dinner gig alive and well for all these years, too. She is very intentional, like her mother was. Ever so often, it ends up just Steve and me as we live closest. And, the place lights up even brighter when Russ gets to be at the Sunday table, too. But, usually there’s a whole litter mix of Coons in and out Mom’s front door on Sundays. Sometimes she strays from the roast and potatoes menu, which puts a zig in the place of our zag, but everything tastes perfect at Mom’s. This Sunday anchor is a deep root for us.
Sometimes loud and chatty.
Sometimes days are quieter.
Always, a landing place and a place to be refueled before the weekday morning world comes pulling all directions.
Along with God’s hovering, He is also pulling us tighter. As our trails take us back out into the world on our journeys our Forerunner, our common anchor, uses these days to refuel us with the hope set before us.
As we enter into this season of celebrating Christ, heighten your notice of the ways God desires to show up. Meet Him there with your people or just one on one and be blessed.
“So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he guaranteed it with an oath, so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf.”
Hebrews 6:17-20 ESV
Refuel with Christ.