JOY. He’s here. Oh, Joseph, just look at him. My heart is bursting, overflowing with love and joy. Shhh, do you hear it? Listen, beloved. They are singing just beyond the hills where the shepherds sleep. The song is new. Harmonies so perfect I sigh a smile and the baby opens his eyes. So tiny, yet ancient. My mind cannot grasp who I hold in my arms yet I know I am in the middle of history, HIS story. Oh God, I am not worthy yet here I rest agains the fragrant hay with Heaven-song all around and your Son gazing into my eyes. Take my hand, Joseph, see the love I hold for you, so brave to take this on. This burden of grace. Look upon the face of God, this beautiful son of ours who nurses peacefully as the melodies fade.
When I pause, truly pause, to enter…
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Arundelle Green 