Tuesday of the Third Week of Advent

My heart is stirring with a noble song
Psalm 45:1

A memory pops up in my social media from a year ago–my goddaughter singing a solo in a Christmas concert. I would not have recalled this without the prompt, but now in remembering I see again her face radiating pure joy and I feel something stirring in my own heart.

Remembered joy evokes joy anew. I am drawn back toward that moment as at the same time its essence fills the now. I wrap myself in the reminiscence, pulling it close around me like a warm shawl, letting the sweetness of the memory and my awe of her envelope me.

Then and now Advent transports me closer to the glory waiting in the manger.