On Sunday I read a tiny bit of Luke's gospel. My favourite part of his telling of the nativity is when, after the arrival of the angels and shepherds, he says that
"Mary treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart".
Now anyone who knows me knows that I am not really a pondering quietly kinda girl but how I should like to be. Now, had I been Mary, I'd have been hollering the Good News up and down the streets and making a dreadful fuss!
This is why I love to read and re-read these words. Mary was in the midst of a scary miracle yet she seems to have found an inner place of calm.
These words always calm me.
On Sunday, I had a chance to relish some calm. We travelled to Birmingham for a friend's confirmation. She has calmly waited 40 years to be confirmed and this was her moment. The service was incredibly moving; a chance to pause and to ponder.
And yes I shed a little tear! (Don't worry I can cry for England!)
When we got home Steve decided that the Christmas tree MUST be put up NOW. He always does this. The tree HAS to go up on the first weekend of Advent. I always groan a bit inwardly. But when it's up I am always pleased because I then remember how each Advent evening, as I await Steve's return from work and as supper cooks, I usually sit in a dark room with just a log fire and the tree lights on and relish the peace and the quiet.
As you probably know (I've gone on about it often enough - lol) my Dad bought me this tree and after 22 years it is in a fine old state. So we had to do some major repair work before the lights went on. And we said, yet again, that this will be it's last year (I'm going to make it into a mantle garland).
So as I decorated the tree I thought of all the times my Dad and I decorated a tree. We were the only ones in the house who liked doing it so we were left alone to get on with it.
Lovely times to treasure and ponder!
And a good way to start Advent for me.
Wishing you a peaceful few weeks in the run up to Christmas with plenty of time to treasure and ponder.