Still Be Still

Good morning…

I wake with a Christmas song dancing in my head. “Still. Still. Still.” I know this first word, but I can not come up with the next line. So, I crawl out of bed. I plug in the tree lights and silently scoop coffee before brewing a small pot. I choose my cobalt blue ‘Whistler’ mug (a gift from my son when he traveled to Canada), one of my favorite mugs silhouetting a moose and pine trees dwarfed by a crescent moon and her host of stars. While it is still dark, I sip from my cozy companion and google ‘still, still, still lyrics.’ Here is what I find.

Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
For all is hushed,
The world is sleeping,
Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
‘Tis the eve of our Saviour’s birth.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
‘Tis the eve of our Saviour’s birth.

Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number,
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.

In Atlanta, there will be no falling snow in our predicted high of 68 degrees, but all is hushed right now as this corner of the world sleeps. God’s Holy Star and our guardian angels keep vigil over us as we open our eyes to the eve of our Savior’s birth. When the sun rises on a whole host of emotions today, may we still dream peacefully of the joyous day to come.

A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world (John 16:21, NIV).

…Sue…