This semester has been brutal. I have felt for the past couple of months like I have gone snorkeling during a tidal wave. I breathe when I can and hope that it will be enough to sustain me until I can steal another breath. I face the opposite side of the semester that seemed like it would never end feel like it lasted but a week or two. I move right along to Christmas and going home for the holiday and exchanging presents and drinking cocoa and find myself moved to tears this morning when reminded that this day is more than cookies and stockings filled with candy.
David Crowder's song "Oh Praise Him" played while I was getting ready this morning:
"Turn your ear to heaven and hear the noise inside. The sound of angel's awe, the sound of angel's songs, and all this for a King. We could join and sing, 'All for Christ the King!' Oh, how constant how divine, this song of ours will rise. Oh how constant how divine, this love of ours will rise. Oh Praise Him!" I listen to this song and get a picture in my head. God could have sent an army of angels full of wrath and hatred for the treatment of the Messiah, but there instead was awe and wonder for the Pride and Joy of Heaven. The Glory of Heaven slept in human arms, this is Christmas. Here I am making cookies for a Christmas party, studying for my last final and putting seven or eight layers on and I am stopped in my tracks, I am missing the fact that my time is not being spent adoring my King. This Christmas, I want that news to wash over me, and let it become unforgettable.
