Christmas grace

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New day, Sabbath Rest.  Longing for Light to dispel the darkness.

What once was is gone.  What is longed for may not come this year.

Expectations can kill.

Counting grace brings relief, opens the heart, lifts the burden, turns the eyes to see beauty instead of pain.

Grace surrounds when we have eyes to see.

Gifts fall like mercy drops and waters the dry, cracked places.

Love opens the closed heart, wounded and fearful.

Joy flows in like a gentle brook.

And light streams through the broken, cracked places of a messy life.

Grace knows no season.  When it comes, it is always Christmas.


Celtic Thunder.  Amazing Grace