Today’s wonder:

Found in son2’s cute performance as an Angel in his nativity. All the feelings of how much he’s grown and flourished in the last 5 years. Supremely grateful for this wonderful boy.

Battling through talk prep to get to some kind of bare bones talk on Joy for Sunday morning. Accepting the process is messy and fraught but that’s not a bad thing. Being ok that my thoughts on joy haven’t changed much in 20 years. Because some things remain through the processes of faith reorientation.

Being reminded on my course of the feelings of exile after son1’s birth. 7 years on and I can look back at the weeping lady who wondered how she would ever sing the songs of the Lord in a foreign land and whisper: ‘You’ll find a way my love. You’ll find a way. All is not lost. You are held.’