The late afternoon sun peeked out just a bit behind the clouds a few days ago, after the deluge of rain that came during the day, so I decided to take a walk before the sun set completely. I remember that last December was almost completely dry — what a difference to this year. Reservoirs rejoice.
As I looked up, I saw a bird sitting on top of the highest telephone wire available. I couldn’t tell if it was a mourning dove or a pigeon, but it was fluffed up, and just like me was enjoying the last daylight.
Today is the 3. Advent, represented by the candle of Joy at Christ’s birth.
Have a blessed Sunday and week.
As I think about the day today, evening has slowly come. The full moon is rising in the east, peeking through some branches in the distance. The sun which has now set, was low on the horizon today as I took an afternoon walk, half closing my eyes while walking, marveling at it’s warmth in late December — a real treat after the cold spell last week. Church was sparsely attended this morning — I guess a sign of the times, as people forget, or don’t know the real reason for the season, the birth of God’s son. I am grateful I could attend. As Jesus said, “where two or three are gathered in my name”. After a busy week, with the joy of seeing both my sons briefly and enjoying their culinary skills, it was a quiet Sunday today in comparison. I had to chuckle as I sat in my chair for a cup of tea, having lit the third Advent candle, as my cat Calvin, the little doofus, decided to chase a pistachio across the floor at full speed oblivious to the peace of the candles.
Have a blessed week