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Faith



Now there's a miracle.

Who has time for faith?

Well, honestly, who doesn't?

Faith is in the moments of hanging on when all is falling apart.  Faith is in the moments with my hands wrapped around a coffee mug in the quiet of the beginning of the day.  Faith just is.

At least it IS for me.

Yesterday was Sunday, which has become our family's regular church day.  My husband and daughter have come to rely on it.  With my husband under the weather, and speaking of weather we'd had snow overnight … let's just say no one got moving quickly on Sunday morning and we didn't make it to church.

With that brought a great opportunity to teach my daughter about Faith.  It began as a discussion about the season - we lit our own Advent candle and talked about anticipation and preparation.

In the frenzy that Christmas normally brings, this year is different to me.  I've decided I'm not racing from store to store, not participating in any cookie exchanges and not traveling this year.  I decided to focus on the season and how faith plays a huge part in that … and how that can transcend when Christmas is over.

That's the miracle of faith to me.  So much of what I do is based on the faith I have that this is all exactly the way it is supposed to be.  Some days are much better than others, and it's the miracle of faith that motivates me to remember that tomorrow has the opportunity to be awesome.

The miracle of faith … just is.

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