In a Year

Reaching up and taking the angel from the top of the tree, I wrap her in tissue paper before placing her in the box beside the other ornaments. As I close the box, I wonder what the world will be like the next time she sees it?

  • Where will the box be opened?
  • Will I be here to open it?
  • Where will our children be? . . . Physically? . . . Emotionally? . . . Spiritually?
  • What new Christmas cards will we be sending?
  • Who will no longer be around to receive a card?
  • What will my work be like?
  • Will my bank account have more, or less, in it? What about my heart?
  • What surprises will have come since last we met?
  • What will the world be like? . . . Our nation? . . . Our city? . . . Our home?
  • What kindness will I have brought into the world? What hurt or pain?
  • How will my faith have grown? In what ways will it have been challenged?  Affirmed?
  • What will her message of good news to all people mean in a year?

It’s only a year until the box is opened, the angel unwrapped and place on the top of another Christmas tree. How will I, how will we, make it a year worth telling her about?