Far and Near

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Often, I awake in the wee hours.  My mind mostly weighs heavy thoughts in these moments.  I think of old days and old ways as well as yesterday and future days.  However, the silence in these hours is most welcome even amongst the tick-tock I hear in my head and house.  

And then, the silent child is beside my bed.  She's scared, she's teary, she's looking for reassurance that someone is near.  She's searching in the darkness and quiet for safe arms as she has woken up in an unknown place and sees only shadows of yesterday.  My granddaughter wanted her mom, her comfort and protector.

This Christmas I sense that my protector is far and near too.

He's farther and nearer than I can know.

He's farther ahead and behind that I can understand.

He's nearer than my next breath.

He's farther in healing my past than I can conceive.

He's farther than what I expect Him to be and nearer to my wildest hope.

He's farther from condemnation and nearer to all loving.

He's farther from friend and nearer to Messiah.

He's farther from my little world and nearer to my inner world.

He's near, He's here.

Merry Christmas, our Christ is born in the wee hours, in the silence, amongst the tick-tock of our world.

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