That’s what I hear. Breathe.
What time is it? December?
Time to wrap and shop and write and stamp and buy and bake and remember.
Remember the night. The mother’s howl. The smell of hay. The steam. The cold. The dirt. The cry. The darkness.
The darkness surrounding us. The chaos of sin. The dirt I can’t wash off. The filth of life beneath my skin.
Flesh and bone meet God. God takes on skin. Moves in. Breathes. Bleeds. Dies. Lives. Reigns. God here, now.
Now with us. Within us. Loving us. Cleansing us. Freeing us. Still speaking. Still leading. Still shining. Still being.
Be still and know that I AM.