As I sit in my nice chair with a space heater drinking my eggnog latte (okay, it’s no more a latte than hot chocolate made with coffee is a mocha!) and enjoying a book with my little Christmas “tree” on the table nearby, I reflect on how blessed I am to be in a quiet season of life. Yes, things are busy, but I have enough time to do things like read. Life’s seasons haven’t always been like this… Quite idyllic.
Looking at this picture, I realized it was a bit ironic. Here I am in the comfort of home, with the cute picture of my coffee, Christmas greens, and… what is that, you ask?
Well… it’s a collage. I made it back in high school and a friend had it framed for me as a gift. It’s pictures and text from the Voice of the Martyrs magazine. I made it as a reminder of our brothers and sisters in other parts of the world who are suffering for their faith. I made it as a reminder that life isn’t this comfortable everywhere. I made it to remind myself that earth is not my home.
So as I sit here comfortably I’m especially comforted by the fact that I share in the same grace that these brothers and sisters do – “For we are all partakers of the same grace” (Phil 1:7). It’s that grace that enables me to rejoice whatever the circumstances – whether sipping an eggnog latte or a cup of water.