Dec. 10
I try to notice the small gifts of each day, collecting them like shells on the beach, appreciating each for what it offers: a country walk on a sunny, brisk day, a snuggling puppy, a connection with Kimberly on a call I nearly missed. While a blueberry roll, even a basketful, can no more repair a heavy heart than seashells can rescue a trashy beach, it is still a benediction, however small, and during advent I’d like some Christmas shaped blessings, little seasonal sacraments with which to trim my day and focus my heart on the Coming One who is always present, a paradox and mystery worth contemplating.
Come, thou long expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
I’ll have to think about it and get back with you.
Janathan Grace Reflections 