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?