The clock struck 12 and I was still frosting cookies this Christmas Eve. I made a huge amount of cookies for the Christmas banquet at one of the homeless shelters here in town. My only regret is that I ran out of the good made-from-scratch frosting and ended up using some old store bought frosting I had in the pantry. It didn’t taste nearly as good as what I made from scratch.
My husband was asleep upstairs, so I had myself a silent night, which is unusual for me when I’m in the kitchen. The first few verses of the song silent night were running through my head, left over from the service at church tonight. In reality, the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the purr of the fish tank pump were the melody in this silent symphony playing.
John Acuff once tweeted that we get to an age where we stop asking “What’s next?” and start asking “What is now?” I’m there. I’ve been there for awhile, despite still clinging onto the next thing.
I was hoping the next thing would be the exact opposite of silent. And yet, here I am, on Christmas Eve, with a house so silent, that it would sound the same if no one was home.
And so far, the silence continues. Perhaps for the rest of my born days. Perhaps this is just an interlude before the volume is turned way up. I can only guess; the Lord is taking care of that part. And while I have no idea what is in His will for me, I continue to trust, though blindly stumbling into the future.
And rather quickly, I might add.