Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
Eighth day of Christmas, before dawn, every rock and snowpile still, city resting, even the Deep is quiet. Trees stand by, silent attendants. The east rolls over, waking. New year opens its eye, still dreaming, but thinking of something. Eighth day of Creation, still enough chaos to work with. In the great silence God draws a breath...
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Blessing and the warmth of intense good will, occasionally obscured by showers of loss, pain, and toil, but accompanied by mercy and presence, increasing throughout the new, gifted year.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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