...her humble self a hearth divinely wrought... For some reason this year, I can't stop thinking about the annunciation, so here's one more before the incarnation is the focus of our celebration.
She thought herself unnoticed, ordinary until the gaze of Joseph lit a flame of love and new awareness in her spirit, an inner warming when he said her name. And then a shocking, wondrous invitation, a privilege and burden never sought. The fiery figure offered explanation: her humble self was hearth divinely wrought. The darkness of our weary lives is broken, our waking dreams found small beneath the light of holiness that kindles hope unspoken, quickening the fire of new-found life. When once we simply thought our hearts betrothed, we find ourselves enlightened by Great Love.