A stirring in the womb

Once again we find ourselves approaching that lowly manger. It is time, but not yet. It is a time of great anticipation, a time of dreams and visions, of sleepless nights and longer days. It is a time of waiting, of knowing and not knowing what is yet to come. And no, not of sugarplums and flying reindeer or pretty presents under the tree. Those things would one day come but not this time.
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November 02, 2018

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