Where We Are

Day six, and if my husband were a blogger, he would write a post called "Juggling," and I would comment that he is amazing and wonderful and say something about grace for the moment, because isn't it wonderful that we don't have the next two years to live today, when cat and toddler nearly escape outside and baby needs to eat and I need to rest while the clutter grows around us for a season?


Almost Christmas, and our tree is lit, and there is Christmas outside my window and blocking my parents' driveway and waiting to deter us from a hoped-for holiday visit with family, rerouting heart-thoughts and advent ponderings because my Christmas baby is in my arms making me ponder Mary's heart for her little God-son who would become a man someday - did she know then the sword that would pierce her heart? I think not. She was falling in love.

This is the way it will be for a while, I think, hearts and responsible tangled up and tumbling over one another as stones are refined smooth against other stones in a noisy, incredible mix of rough color - the eternal mingling into the daily, pinging light in prism-rainbows around the where-we-are.

The now-grace is for the now, not the next time, and we learn to breathe over again this time. If we're not singing on-key yet, I think there is joy in our noise.





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