<p class="has-drop-cap has-large-font-size" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">Walking along the wood-line in the snow on a quiet, but dreary afternoon, brings a blanket of peace to my soul. I can hear squirrels playing among the fallen branches, an occasional duet of birdsong, snapping twigs – likely deer feeding nearby…normal sounds in the woods.Walking along the wood-line in the snow on a quiet, but dreary afternoon, brings a blanket of peace to my soul. I can hear squirrels playing among the fallen branches, an occasional duet of birdsong, snapping twigs – likely deer feeding nearby…normal sounds in the woods.
Yet, there is nothing normal about our Advent journey this year. In spite of our collective sadness and grief, Advent Hope embraces us, setting our feet forward. Am thankful. Through our anxiety and fear, let’s hold Hope right back. The manger is in our sight. We’re almost there.