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New Life

I’ve heard Your whisper… A request that I release my grip and let go, giving You my plans. My vision. My expectations. I want to hold them tightly, and tears fall as I grieve their loss. But now I wake, a dream fresh on my mind. It catches my attention, as I so rarely recall them. In the dream, I’m pregnant. Pondering this, I again hear Your whisper… This time telling me You want to bring New Life. A metaphorical pregnancy of my own coinciding with the start of Advent. I reflect on Mary’s “Yes.” The release of her own plans. Her dreams. Her vision. All the while, her body grew, physically stretching to accommodate, and then embrace New Life. You want to offer me New Life, too. But I know You’re asking me to grow. To stretch. Perhaps in ways that will be uncomfortable. Or even painful. You’ll call me to push past the point where I feel like breaking so I’ll be forced to rely on You and Your strength. Breaking me down, You will build me up. I sit in mass reading along with the Responsori

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