Home School Life

It seemed to David that he heard voices singing in the wind among the olive trees, as though the trees themselves were singing, voices that sang not to the ear but to the soul. ‘He shall feed His flock like a shepherd: He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them.’

I am reading Behold that Star; A Christmas Anthology to my children. Every evening we read and every morning my dearest little Leo wakes up asking me to read the story again. Today we spent the morning cuddled up on the couch reading together the words that live so strongly in his heart.

Noiseless as a mouse he turned to go out again but suddenly the mother in the blue cloak, who must have known all the time that he was there, raised her face and smiled at him, a radiant smile full of promise, and at the same time the man with the gray beard lowered the lantern a little so that it seemed as though the whole manger were enveloped with light, with that Baby at the heart of the light like the sun itself.

He loves the shepherds most of all. The wonder of God and the angels speaking to the simple shepherds captures his imagination and stirs warmth into his heart.

Oh, my dear littlest one, you are a shepherd yourself and I am so grateful to you for helping me to relive the wonder. Together we can be “sore amazed.”