While any sane person would be wrapping gifts, baking cookies or finishing their Christmas shopping, here’s what I was up to this morning. In all the hustle and bustle of the season it felt so good to slow down and to wonder anew.
He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed.
He cried in a manger in wordless infancy. He, the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute
~ Saint Augustine
And for a little perspective….