Curled Up...

I wish you could see my house through my eyes tonight.

The tracklights that light our living room are dimmed, and there are candles lit on my coffee table - 6 tea lights and two pillars.

The tracklights are casting just the right glow on the photos of Paris hanging on the main wall of our living room.

My favorite throw blanket is strewn across the couch, where I can easily curl up in it.


On my tv, the movie "The Holiday" is playing. A feel-good, love story, Christmassy movie.

My kitchen smells great, because my roommate made brownies this afternoon, and I am cooking a favorite dinner - potatoes and sausages. The sausages are "turkey mango" homemade by a local butcher and purchased at the farmer's market last weekend, and they taste fantastic.

There are some books within arms reach of the spot on the couch where I am curled up (while not in the kitchen cooking).

I can hear the dryer tumbling in the background. I'll have warm, clean smelling pj's to crawl into later tonight.

My Bible is nearby, because I want to spend some time with it and a journal later, talking with Jesus about the upcoming week.

I'm planning for a long, hot bath later.

My Christmas tree is lit.

I wish you could see it all through my eyes, because I see home, and peace, and rest, and joy and deep beauty in all of these simple things.