
How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given!
O come to us, abide with us…
How do you receive Immanuel ~ God with us?

… watching for the brushstrokes of God

How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given!
O come to us, abide with us…
How do you receive Immanuel ~ God with us?

Redwing in winter
with leftovers in the snow
nourished by color
What nourishes you when life gets bare? How does God provide?

“There is a place in the soul that neither time nor space nor no created thing can touch.” (German mystic Meister Eckhard)
“…what it means is that your identity is not equivalent to your biography and that there is a place in you where you have never been wounded, where there is still a sureness in you, where there’s a seamlessness in you, and where there is a confidence and tranquility in you. And I think the intention of prayer and spirituality and love is now and again to visit that inner kind of sanctuary.” John O’Donohue
Do you know that place?

I stand at the doorway,
feel the pull between
inside burrowed under blankets,
fire glow and candles,
and stepping out under stars
— Christine Valters Paintner, “A Door Opens”
What pulls you?

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” W.B.Yeats
How do you lean into wonder?

Vibrant with color
in winter preparation
squirrelling away
How do you find joyful moments?