She stands, waiting for dinner to cook. Waiting for the kettle to boil. Usually she’d scroll, but slowly your calling her heart to meditate on better things.

Twice today, no three times, you have spoken to her about peace. Four if you count the song aswell. She’ll count the song aswell.

Four times you have laid the word upon her heart, reminding her that in advent we prepare room for the Prince of Peace.

“hail the heav’n born prince of peace”

She thinks about that word: peace, shalom, wholeness. She thinks about how it is hers to have and yet so often it sits as an unwrapped present, there are so many othet distractions. Yet sitting under the tree, is peace.

“peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled”

Her prayer this advent, is to know peace, to be at peace, to make peace and to seek peace in all its fullness.


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