The birth of Jesus, turn the other cheek, love one another, a young girl unmarried, a man who had faith in her, a stable as a throne, three kings follow a star and find a baby, parents leave their homeland, no room in the inn…
Those symbols speak to me. They always have. They are humble, full of courage, longing, kindness and faith. Especially when I feel lost in how to help, how to give what I have been given so freely.
Christmas prayer, everyday prayer:
Putting my hands palm to palm,
I opened them to form a cup.
I prayed, imagining my prayer taking form into my cupped hands.
I imagined, God's hand, loving hands, underneath my own,
When every word of mine, no longer had a name, when only silence stood between my heart and hands, when my prayer(s) sat heavy in my hands–
I opened them, letting them pour out to the hands underneath.
Letting go.
Letting be with faith in love and goodness.
Trusting that the loving hands underneath my own held my prayer.
That is faith. Brings me courage to face whatever comes my way and to extend myself to go beyond what is comfortable and safe.
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