ann kiemel

Christmas eve.

"and the sky was bright

with a holy Light...

twas the birthday of

a King.."

courageous, for me.

i drove to monterey,

via san jose. brand new

routing. three-plus hours.

seeing one of my children

always takes my breath away. like

a gulp. a gasp. has taylor grown

a few more inches? and 

those chiseled, upper arms.

smile. mothers!

we fly out today..

for dallas, texas..where two

more sons are. two more miracle

wonders.  oh, may Jesus come

to us. may we hear the choirs

singing. and literally see the powerful love

the Christ child can

bring into a family. or friends now

alienated.

pain, given to Jesus,

can truly provoke sunrise and

miracles. the more stark the pain,

the wider the vistas of blessing.

my greatest failure this past year

was not praising Jesus enough

in the shadows. my garden needs

to be better watered. the weeds

pulled.

"though millions have come,

there's still room for one

there's room at the Cross

for you.."