The stories of pain and grief are building. From violent storms, to deliberately lit fires, to last day of school fun disrupted . . . Tears, trauma, tender tender hearts sitting on precarious edges of raw grief and loss. Communities wandering and wondering together . . . . Amongst us all is a cradle with a child. Small, vulnerable, limited. God came. The cradle with a child weeping in these days of deep pain. |
Celebration, joy, they don't have to be held up if your story isn't ready for it. The cradle with the child amongst us, doesn't need you to bring that. The cradle with the child amongst will take the story you have. They are the stories that gather. All that is needed will be there, for that is the gift of the cradle with the child amongst.
For those I know who are going to find this Christmas very difficult . . .this is for you. For those who may happen upon this blog, and need it, this is for you. For those who walk alongside others who face difficulty, this is for you. It comes with prayer, with holding, with a sense of deep care. May God meet you as you come and gather with your story around the cradle with a child now amongst us . . . . .