|Mother of God, Lovingkindness|
|Large Rectangular Veil in Brown w Pink Accents ~ RCVM6|
I know that she will leave us to make her own life, but will stay in the warm embrace of family as she grows into that life, and forms it. Her life will be different from mine, yet will be shaped and influenced by her time in our home. All who came before her have put their stamp on her being--on her living. Just as an Advent wreath glows in the shadowy night corners of my heart, she will hear, in the distance, 1900s cattle lowing softly in the snowy night. The scent of warm bread dough rising while tucked snuggly in the back of an 1800s covered wagon -- kneeded by the weary hands of a foremother looking west to Zion-- will waft gently on her nostrils. She will startle-- gently, briefly-- as she places bare feet on the ground along those of her little ones, at the feel of the rich soil of the Tetons squeezing up between her toes. And then, she will look down to see that it is not really there--in her vision, but is written on her heart.
And, she will remember. She'll tell the ancestral stories to little ears. Her children will appear as if they are not listening, but, their hearts will hear. Their souls will record love of Christ and family--and stories of those who bequeathed these things to them. And her children, too, will remember.
|Liturgical Time : "..Because of the Angels"|
He's coming friends-- our Lord, putting on human flesh to become one of us and to grow strong and wise, to teach us, and to conquer death and the grave. Are you making room? Are you sweeping corners and wiping shelves and taking stock of your heart and your household? Advent approaches, in the East and in the West--He is coming. Let us prepare ourselves and our homes, and make Him room.
Pax Christi, dear ones,
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