A satsuma rests on my tongue as I reflect on the Christmas festivities. Been thinking about excess, need, Jesus, and the real reason behind this day.
I noticed I feel deeply blessed by others’ genuine fortune. My cuzzos are pregnant. As others received their gift, and excited to give. The art of sharing a story and a language.
I marvel at how my ears sense the bright mumblings of my aunties and uncles as they break walls with laughter. The Mother tongue as they jive and sing to Pasko na Naman. This is a blessing.
The breath gyrates and is given from an unseen source. I will certainly not access it the way I do now two hundred years from now. This is a blessing.
The heart that gently beats when I begin to pray, skips when I pray for , and peers out at the passions before me.
As the year closes, I am glad to say I have grown and grown in faith. I have been destroyed multiple times to meet restoration. I have met dead ends to find I can walk through walls. I have prayed with no answer and in time God has spoken. God has led me through the wilderness.
I am abundant with hope.
Funny thought: Many times I go through a storm of life w/o ever seeing what Jesus thinks or would do. When they were in the storm, Jesus went back to sleep. Sleep easy.
