Last night as I held my 4 month old grandson the palm trees waved farewell to the setting sun. The moon traipsed over Haleakala wearing a gown of silver light. I sang to the wee one in my arms.
All is calm. All is bright.
And so we readied our hearts for the coming of Emmanuel. I sang as twilight fell, believing even more deeply in moments like this when darkness devours the light, that because of Christmas God IS with us.
Ever with us.