In my childhood during Advent, our Dad loved reading to us “The Littlest Angel” by Charles Tazewell. It always moved me to tears, and gave this timid child hope to be brave about who God made me to be.
Lord, we lift our hearts to you. As the dawn breaks, may we carry the unity we share into every moment knowing that we are one with the risen Christ. Lord, we lift our eyes to you. As the sunrises, may this moment stay with us, reminding us to look for the beautiful colors of…