“Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.” – Michel de Montaigne
As we long for rest, for respite from a weary world that calls us in several directions at once, let the real hope of this season touch your heart and soul. We weary when we kneel at the wrong altars, giving ourselves to things of no lasting value. A new year comes and each new day gives us the chance for new starts, new beginnings.
Find room at your “inn,” let people in and see the world anew, filled with possibilities. Fall on your knees. O night divine.