The Darkest Night

Beloved, as we approach the Darkest Night of the year, I want to encourage you to hold on tight to the light.

This is a time of family, a time of reflection, a time of both Joy and Sorrow for many in this world. And for you. Our lives take us through many trials and tribulations while also leading us to truth and many blessings. We learn as we go. And hopefully we grow more mature with Wisdom as we age while not losing sight of the bright eyed child we once were.

For those of you who are hurting, I want you to know that you are LOVED. And you are not alone in this big turning world even if you feel as if you are.

For those of you who have come through so many trials to not only stay afloat but to also rise triumphantly and stronger for it, I encourage you to be the light this world needs. With All that you have learned through Christ, and with All the LOVE and Wisdom and Power and Blessings that the Holy Spirit has given you, with the Angels at your side that watch over you- be the Light. Be Christ. Be the Parent, the Kin, the Sibling, the Friend, the LOVE this world needs. Embody it, let the Spirit move through you. To Comfort, to make Peace, to Bring Joy, to Inspire, to Heal, and to Save.

LOVE is the Light. No matter what anyone says. Nothing can work or exist without it. And if there is any Hope for this poor world, it is because LOVE exists and is still moving in this world today. It does not die but brings Eternal Life. So trust that movement, that nudge, that whisper that says, I am with you.

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This is a beautiful post I LOVE IT. Thank you for your words of encouragement.

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Love this. Thank you so much for sharing. It reminds me of one of my favorite poems:

“The Winter Is Cold, Is Cold” by Madeleine L’Engle

The winter is cold, is cold.
All’s spent in keeping warm.
Has joy been frozen, too?
I blow upon my hands
Stiff from the biting wind.
My heart beats slow, beats slow.
What has become of joy?

If joy’s gone from my heart
Then it is closed to You
Who made it, gave it life.
If I protect myself
I’m hiding, Lord, from you.
How we defend ourselves
In ancient suits of mail!

Protected from the sword,
Shrinking from the wound,
We look for happiness,
Small, safety-seeking, dulled,
Selfish, exclusive, in-turned.
Elusive, evasive, peace comes
Only when it’s not sought.

Help me forget the cold
That grips the grasping world.
Let me stretch out my hands
To purifying fire,
Clutching fingers uncurled.
Look! Here is the melting joy.
My heart beats once again.

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