It is the itty bitty. The wee moment flash of light. A surprise from a colleague. The scent from the Christmas tree lot. A dash of cinnamon in your hot chocolate. Clean fuzzy socks in your dresser drawer.
These are the stables that get us through to advent. They may not be the inn that we hoped long for. Even so, these moments, they are the strength of the donkey instead of our own two feet.
See a little more beauty in the mess over here.