One of the strange and wonderful things about aging is realizing which traditions you want to hold on to and which ones you can release.
Lighting the advent candles is something I’ve held onto. Hope is such a strong, gritty, determined thing. And more light and warmth is almost always a good thing.
After all this is the time when days are shortest, when cold settles in, and when people need the cheer brought by the promise of light and warmth.
“Week by week, the candles remind us that the darkness of fear and hopelessness recedes as more and more light is shed into the world.”
Thank you Aunt Robin for encouraging me to listen to UU. Thank you mom and dad for sharing your faith. Thank you Jenifer for the advent kit last year.
Thank you to all of who who are beacons of light in the darkness.
I am slowly learning that hope and faith are not dainty quaint notions but are relentless and messy dedications to something better.
Stay cozy. You are loved by me and others.
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