I savored the sweet Christmas days of husband home, seven* upstairs sleeping, children creating, the couch holding us often, the mornings starting late, frequent visitors, and a messy home. And just when I began anticipating the days of the new year, my body surrendered to a virus. The aching from head to toe kind. I stay in bed. I surface only to satisfy my role as chef and referee. But mostly I rest. In my loud, active, busy home I wait for healing. I want the kind of home that heals. That gathers the hurting and nurses their wounds. And […]
Christmas unveils our joy and our pain, for Light doesn’t only shine on what is good. It illuminates our whole being, it exposes all that is true in us. As we celebrate Christmas, Jesus being born in us — into all our realities — may we learn how to humbly embrace all that his life delivers. And whether it is joy you experience this Christmas, or deep sorrow, may his life birth within your Spirit something new. Something divine. Something for you to celebrate. Merry Christmas!