Thanksgiving passes and my heart still swells with gratitude for the people and time and life I’ve been given.
Advent begins. It’s my favorite time of year. We talk quiet around candles and good food about the Greatest Gift – the one given 2000 years ago that only gets sweeter.
We talk of how her womb swelled round with that precious gift from heaven. Sweet Mary waddling heavy with the skin wrapped God-child that would save this broken, aching world.
Anticipation swells and these dreams burn in me. It’s a dangerous and glorious thing to give ear to desire.
With desire comes wild hopes and random tears and ugly fears – and space for soul-searching.
With desire comes healing and life abundant.
I fall sick again, but in shivering skin and dizzy headaches, dreams and plans run wild and close.
His strength comes yet again through my weakness.
This year holds big things. I feel it already and this time I’m not afraid. Perhaps the biggest things always happen inside of us anyway.
The Christ-child grew in human belly and he grows in us as we make space for him. His greatest present to us was His presence – Immanuel, God with us – and we can become walking tabernacles of His presence. Every moment is a miracle when we know this deep down.
His greatest present was His presence and in turn our greatest present to Him is ours. May we become ever more aware of His nearness in this very moment.