My Father in Heaven,

I thank you for the Son—the beauty of heaven come to earth, to share our dust and dirt. I think you for the promises that he spoke. He spoke of glory, and of things to come. He spoke of all things being put under his feet. He spoke of a day when there will be no more sin—no more lies, no more evil, no more being led astray by my own desires. I thank you for promising a day to come when glory would reign and the King would be Jesus himself. There is nothing greater on my heart than dwelling upon that future day. And to think—one day, I will have the Savior of the world in my arms, just like he is in my heart. I want to embrace him, if I may. I want to thank him and bless him and place my arms around him. My dear God, I desire to be near to you; I thank you that I am never alone. I am never wanting for you; you are here, with me. Even now, you are here with me. And even now, I embrace the coming chill of the days of winter, knowing that I am wrapped in your love like a covering. It keeps me warm. It sends its cloak over my soul, letting me know that I am kept and held and beloved of God. Yes, there is a passage of Scripture that spreads itself over my very soul: “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.” I’ve repeated these words to myself in the darkest nights of my soul. And they have been true. The Lord is my Shepherd. And, they are true again. Come to bless me, King of heaven. I wait for you and you alone. I long for your appearing.

Amen