He will come,
He will come.
I can trust that He will come.
For He comes even on a frosty whisper,
Lighting the darkness with pinpoints of hope.
Just as the stars appear each dark night.
He will come,
In spite of myself; my shortcomings and failings;
His arrival does not depend on my preparations.
Only that I wait expectantly in the dark.
In the silence
If I open my inner stable door
He will come like a tiny child,
Silently slipping into the open spaces in my heart.
I smile
My heart burns with newborn life.
He always Comes.
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Melanie Jean Juneau serves as the Editor in Chief of Catholic Stand. She is a mother of nine children who has edited her kid's university term papers for over a decade. She blogs at joy of nine9 and mother of nine9. Her writing is humorous and heart warming; thoughtful and thought-provoking. Part of her call and her witness is to write the truth about children, family, marriage and the sacredness of life. Melanie is the administrator of ACWB, a columnist at CatholicLane, CatholicStand, Catholic365 , CAPC, author of Echoes of the Divine and Oopsy Daisy, and coauthor of Love Rebel: Reclaiming Motherhood.
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Melanie, I love the way you weave your beautiful words together…all for Him.
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Thank you for your kind, encouraging words- warms the cockles of my heart!
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