The
Anticipation
As
a kid, I couldn’t wait for Christmas morning to arrive. On many Christmas mornings, around 2AM, I
would sneak out of bed and slip into the living room just to see if Santa had
arrived and what all he might have brought me.
On
the year I got my bike, I got busted the first time I tried that. I was sleeping in the same room as my Dad
because of extra family visiting for the holidays. Dad heard the bed springs and in his stern
voice, commanded, “Get back in that bed, boy.”
I
did. And slept for another hour or
so. On my second attempt, I made it and
discovered that Christmas had come to our home once again.
Ah,
the anticipation.
This
year, around the first of November is when we began anticipating Christmas. We started listening to the music, I started
turning my thoughts to my writing to see what new stuff I might produce. Even though I’ve already had Christmas many
times over this year, I am still anticipating. I’m on watch for something else
that will capture my thoughts, my attention and my heart.
We watch Hallmark movies, and this year, we’ve discovered some new seasonal movies
also.
And I'm still anticipating. Anticipating some
new idea, some inspirational thought that will land on me through a song, or a
reading or a scripture.
And
anticipating the memories CB and I continue to make, not only for this time of
year, but for the rest of our lives.
I
love anticipating.
It
dresses up like hope.
Something to
think on,
in less than
60 seconds.
P
Michael Biggs
Offering
Hope
Encouragement
Inspiration