Intentions are great year after year, yet failure overtakes my best efforts.

Not this year, though. No. Not this year. This year I want–need. Need to know that even here His hand will lead me; His right hand will hold on to me.

Candles found stuffed in a drawer.

Canning jars emptied and piled in the basement waiting for next year’s harvest.

My rock collection.

An old chip and dip basket.

Used candle wax chips.

Her gift, downloaded, not yet printed.

A new perspective.

Maybe this will be the year.

A new Advent wreath from things already here. Waiting for the coming Immanuel, God with us. Always with us.

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