Friday of the Second Week of Advent
Into your hands I commend my spirit,
for you have redeemed me, O God of truth.
Psalm 31:5
The winter sunlight not only send swaths of brightness across the room, but warmth as well. I pause in my tasks to soak up the light and along with its energy. I could curl up like a cat in one of the sunny pools. Or let the brilliance spur me to creative activity. Either choice leads me close to the manger.
And this is the promise of Advent. The Savior comes. Always. And in all ways. There is no choice I can make, or path I can travel, where Christ is not reaching out to me offering redemption. The ultimate choice of faith, is to place myself, my life, my spirit into the hands of love.
