Poetry
Advent Candles in the snow with evergreen branches red berries and a snowy forest in the background. Christmas Eve all five candles lighted. The Prophecy, love, rose or joy, peace, and central white “purity” candles are lit.

In the advent of my soul,

I am quiet and still

  • resting
  • renewing
  • knowing

I am aware of the calendar

  • longing
  • lamenting
  • praying

I am on the verge of greatness

  • waiting
  • watching
  • feeling

I am pregnant with the hope of nations

  • expecting
  • expanding
  • trusting

in his perfect timing, not once, but twice.

I am a wife to Greg; mom to Greg Jr., Zach and Kate; Soul Healing Hostess; writer; artist; lover of Jesus and seeker of the elusive wonders of simplicity, truth, balance and rest.

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