We all have a happy place. Maybe we can visit it ,maybe not.
Might be on a couch cuddling with your pet, In a pew in a Church service, eating your favorite meal. A place unique to you yet shared by many.
Maybe its a spouse, the sunshine or the snow.
A place that sometimes gives us enough warm feelings that help us through our hour of need, that put a skip in our step, that keeps us from being overwhelmed.
For me I love this place. It reminds me of how my life at times is dry and barren and scorched . And then I look some more and I see the blooms around me. And I see Hope.
Hope is what keeps me going when I have every reason to stop.
And I stop, meditate and pray. And I drink in this Hope.
Hope the first candle of Advent season
Hope that's what the desert reminds me of. I hot barren place. A place I can lay bare my soul and be filled with Hope.
And like the fruit trees that grow here I look for the fruit that God wants to bear of me in this season of life.
And am so thankful to be here and enjoy this
And this
Before the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
Emily Dickinson.
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