Mend my life!

Really beautiful light coming in the windows this past weekend. Light that reminded me so much of dark nights always giving way to the morning. That is a picture of hope - the defining feature of this season, the defining characteristic of moving from no God to deity in a manger. Light pushes in when we are still asleep and bends around everything in front of it to capture as much as it can in its glow. “Hope is chasing us.” I have hope in the tenderness of the Voice I hear in the silence when I have nothing left to give or say or do or pretend to be. It is feeble, but it is there.