Into the bleakest winters of our souls, Lord, you are tiptoeing on tiny Infant feet to find us and hold our hands. May we drop whatever it is we are so busy about these days to accept this gesture so small that it may get overlooked in our frantic search for something massive and overwhelming. Remind us that it is not you who demands large, lavish celebrations and enormous strobe-lit displays of faith. Rather, you ask only that we have the faith of a mustard seed and the willingness to let a small hand take ours. We are ready. Amen.
~~Margaret Anne Huffman
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing the prayer. I needed to hear and pray it. Luke and Abby both decided not to sleep last night so I'm not exactly fond of kids at the moment.
Kate
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