The 11th Day of Christmas. "Are we there yet?"
On pilgrimage blues and home coming. A blessing for the weary pilgrim. Oh, and it is never too late to start this journey. Come on in!
Have you ever had the pilgrimage blues? When the days of new beginnings are over, the feet start hurting and the back aches? When the fog descends and you have lost sight of your destination?
I have.
I arrive at this 11th Christmas Day a weary pilgrim. Exhausted. Writing every day always becomes exhausting at the end. Are people still with us? Where are we going? Aren’t we supposed to “reclaiming joy” on the way?
Are we there yet??
And so like our little one calling out from the back of the car I was calling out to the heavens, after I pushed yesterday’s post onto the hay in the humble stable of my heart’s Bethlehem this season.
Are we there yet? Because I am done!
Some wise people tell us that this is when the pilgrimage truly begins.
After all, the Christmas story is a story of traveling, of long journeys, and of home coming, exhausted.
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