[dancing.cards]

I hung them today. They were piling up on the corner cupboard and I finally had a minute to put them in their rightful place. Dancing around my mirror.

Christmas cards are one of my favorite holiday traditions. I’m horrible at sending them (who wants to see a picture of my husband and I anyway? We look the same as we did five years ago. Almost. Just older.) but I am delighted to receive them.

I smile at babies all grown up and parents holding new ones and pregnant Mamas and weddings.

Life goes by so quickly. I want to whisper to them. Send a message through the photos. Rejoice in each day. Be thankful for every moment. Worship God with your whole life. Next year the babies will be toddlers. The toddlers kids. The kids teens. The teens adults. Life keeps moving, no matter what.

But I love the frozen moments. Every Christmas I get a few. Frozen moments to rejoice and remember and dance.

And my promise goes out…

God, whom I serve with my whole heart—

Is my witness how constantly

I remember you in my prayers…

(Romans 1:9)

Prayers whispered over frozen moments on my mirror to a God who was, who is, and who will be. The one who came and who will come again.