I have been reading and listening to Brene Brown, an amazing woman who teaches about the power and necessity of vulnerability, that vulnerability is in fact, the birth place of joy and creativity. I also just finished reading Anne Lamott’s book, Stitches and realized I just had to get back at it. The blogging isn’t for anyone else anyway, that anyone reads it and appreciates it, is moved by it, is gravy. The blogging is, for me, an exercise is being vulnerable and exploring what it means to find a place to rest a while, even if for a few moments.
Today is the Feast of the Epiphany, the culmination of the Christmas season, the Magi have finally arrived to find the baby Jesus in the hay. The light has burst once again into the darkness of our lives. I love this version of Jesus birth, it recognizes the darkness in our world, and names the hope of the light breaking into it.
That was my Epiphany today, that the light breaks into our dark and messy world all the time, and when we stop to notice, it will take our breath away, it will make us weep for joy and it will transform us.
