light.

In the Nativity story, there was a star. In the dead of night, a bright, new light. One that shone so brightly that people were convinced to interrupt their lives and follow it's path. The star. The heavens, lit with angels. The Light of the World, born as an infant. This was the continuation, the passed candle, of the spark lit in Eden. Passed through generations, by Moses, by Isaac, by Rahab, by David, by Ruth and the Prophets. Then, it inhabited the Christ Child. Now, the candle is passed to you.

beings.

My dearest, you are created in the image of God. You bear the Creator's thumbprint on your very soul. Your very existence has worthiness, for you bear God's reflection in a way that is yours alone. The world would be less without this facet of God's light. Simply by existing, you are helping to paint a more complete portrait of our Creator for humanity to see.