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Thursday, December 24, 2015

Christmas eve--beckoning

Beckoning--Christmas eve, 5 by 7 watercolor, card
When it's time...parents anticipate, knowing the time of birth is near. All thoughts and prayers focus on an event that may happen at any time. 
You've worried, wondered, wanted for months. Some have wandered. It is a time of uncertainty, hope, excitement, fear, expectation. You are helpless, dependent. Every parent can remember.
Christmas eve church services beckon across the world, bringing pilgrims and the faithful and no-so-faithful to sanctuaries, to celebrate, to anticipate one birth. There will be carols and candles, messages and masses, all seeking blessings and peace in a world that always needs them.
Take time to remember the emotions and experiences of young parents far away, long ago, alone except for each other and their God. All parents have made that journey, know that beckoning.

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