Hold out your hands...and accept this...
It is fragile, please handle with care.
What could it be - this fragile gift?
My first thought is the little blue eggs - shell fragments I find in the yard each summer - new babies in a nest so high. I think of those little ones - surviving wind, rain, crows & jays. And they make it -- and then journey so far to return each spring and begin again.
Fragile begets Strength.
I think of the ornaments - German made I unwrap each December. They traveled to Wisconsin, some with my great grandparents. I find these at antique shops, at thrift sales -- and gather them. Somehow they have survived, to be honored each year.
Fragile begets Dignity.
I think of the people I have met -- those that have traveled through hard times. Those that do not define themselves as a cup half empty --- but rather always at least half full. Those that accept food from a line, coats - second hand but warm. Those that would take your hand if you offered it.
Fragile begets Resilience.
I think of the animals that toil thru the cold, that dig for grass in the snow...that know warmth only when in season. That don't complain, but accept the grace of a stranger, seed from a feeder, corn left to find, apples fallen from a tree and left for them.
Fragile begets Perseverance.
When burdens seem too heavy, when suffering seems too large -- when all feels fragile -- I reach out my hands and ask for Wisdom from the past, from the woods, from the least likely place....and tonight, in a humble barn, a stable of sorts, it found me.
Fragile begets hope.
May the promise of Christmas find you. Hold out your hands, but please handle with care.