Signs

 

 

 

Did you know… 

If rain falls from your roof in front of the living room window, it’s a sign the gutters aren’t guttering.  If a dogger escapes into another room, it’s a sign he needs the backyard… or not anymore.  If you’re “whating” every few sentences, it’s a sign to sign up for a free hearing test.  If a symbol lights up on the dashboard, it’s a sign something needs attention sooner than next month.  If the gas stove won’t fire up, it’s a sign the pilot light isn’t fired up.

 

These are signs I’m recognizing.  Some for the first time. 

 

Here’s another:

 

If a Christmas tree is deboxed, put together, strung, ornamented and lit — by the first week in December –, it’s a sign of hope.  Of whole.  Of steps.  Surely such a thing speaks of future, anticipation, nostalgia, frivolity — such a thing glimmers of hope.  I’m amazed that my tree twinkles in the window.  And that I like to gaze at it.  Who did that?  It wasn’t anyone who lived here last year.  Was there Christmas last year?

 

And another:

 

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given…” (Isaiah 9:6) And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” (Luke 2:12)

 

I’m finding the Babe everyday.  I’m finding Him beside me, helping me, decorating with me, singing with me.  I’m recognizing signs.  Of hope.  In Him.