In this holiest of seasons, we can choose to become our best in the coming year . . . gentler, empathetic, forgiving of others–and ourselves–with the strength to love and the energy to let go of worn-out disagreements.
Our humanity drives us to certain foibles, yet the transcendent Christmas spirit wills us to practice Christ’s teachings, to reach out beyond ourselves.
My sister Mary is that rare human being who lives this as a constant–without the cue of an Advent wreath, a brilliantly lit tree, or a bow-topped bundle. In the midst of this first Christmas without her husband Robert, she centers her love on family, setting aside personal sorrow.
The Christmas rose springs eternal every December. Mary has never missed a year, a day, a heartbeat.
The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make His face shine upon you,
and be gracious to you;
the Lord lift up His countenance upon you,
and give you peace.–Numbers 6:24-26
With all our love, Mary, now and forever.
May God bless our families, friends and critters that are never far from our hearts and minds.
Thank you, Dan, for your kind friendship. Blessings to you and yours.
Wonderful sentiments. Oh that we all would be saintly.
Merry Christmas, Karen! Thinking of you.