Christmas.

A grace moment…

…and the perfect place to find a hidden joy…

Amidst the snow…

Among the trees…

In the company of angels, seen and unseen…

And shepherds…

We walked, silently through the candlelit path, children stopping now and then, noticing an illuminated animal track, and then a shepherd here…another there…finally a blaze of candles at the base of a hollowed tree…a natural grotto now home to the Holy Family…

We pause.  I sing a warbled and broken “Silent Night…”

We pray:

HAIL AND BLESSED be the hour and the moment in which the Son of God was born of the Most Pure Blessed Virgin Mary at midnight in Bethlehem in the piercing cold: In that hour, vouchsafe, 0 my God, to hear my, prayer and grant my petitions, through the merits of Jesus Christ Our Lord.

Amen.  And snow…soft, large flakes falling in sudden profusion.  “Wow.  How ’bout that?”  Hubby looks up, in wonder, at the suddenness of this heavenly benediction.  It seems we’ve been showered with so many graces…so many blessings.  This moment, this memory is one of the best.

Merry Christmas…merry, merry Christmas!  May you know the joy of Emmanuel, God with us…may you be blessed now, and in the years to come…

Blessings,


A big thank you to Ann Voskamp for planting the seed which is now a memory.