Hello, dear friends!
Our journey through Advent is nearly over, and the Christmas feast is nearly upon us!
A final note before we continue: I will be taking the Christmas week off from posting here to spend time resting and savoring the start of the twelve days of Christmas, so we will reconvene here on the following Monday, January 2nd, in a brand-new year!
I hope you enjoy these last entries of 2022!
Blessings,
S.E. Reid
Before we begin our devotional, I wanted to share a Comment Highlight from last week:
On Monday’s devotional,
commented:Thanks so much for sharing the comment as well as part of your devotional. It made me stop in my tracks, exhale and ponder. I think about microjoys a lot - the little things that are woven throughout the day, that make us smile, that give a reason for a small thank you. I love, how you are connecting it back to the Creator for me.
Microjoys—what a perfect term for them! Thank you, Nicola! Nicola writes a beautiful and wise newsletter called Nitu - Sisterhood in Motherhood. Give her a read!
If you want a chance to be featured in next week’s Comment Highlight, all you have to do is post a comment on any of this week’s posts or threads. That’s it!
Now, on with this week’s devotional…
our Creator is a Poet and the sun is but a stanza, the moon a turn of phrase, the mountains are a pause for breath-- these are glorious because a Poet-God put them to the page and then gave us the book to read.
The baby in her womb was there, at the First. When the Spirit hovered over the waters of Creation, He was there. In the Silence That Was Not Peace, He waited, perfectly content. And yet, He was the Word. He could scarcely contain Himself until
He Spoke
And there was Light.Â
Sun, moon, stars, oh!
He Spoke
Mountains and rivers and forests and deserts. Like a child, unfettered, and yet God, complete in His craft, and stillÂ
He Spoke
Plants and creatures and glorious color!
He Spoke
As poets do, as only poets can, and it all appeared at His whim, at His will
Good!
He Who has known darkness, and silence, waits in her womb.Â
Waits, silent. Grows.Â
Until--
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Plants and creatures and glorious color!"
I have always loved being out in nature, but the older I get the more I appreciate this miraculous universe, from the Stars to life on this planet. Part of that of course is my fear that people with power and money don't share that appreciation and in pursuit of their selfish ends only see wetlands as a place to fill in and "develop."