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Then God said, “Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness . . . (Genesis 1:26 NRSV)

I am at a loss for words.

I am trying to tell you something important.

I am holding out over here. I am looking at the tree outside my window, while the wind blows violently against branches still full of reddish brown, withered leaves. The tree seems to be saying, “I’m not ready to let go.” I am not ready, either. I am not ready for Christmas or Advent or for winter.

I am trying to share my feelings and my thoughts about what it means to be made in the image of GOD, and right now words are failing me.

I am going to wait for now. I am going to be okay without explanation, definition or defense for the awe I sense in the presence of the one who says, “I am who I am” and who tells me it’s okay to be who I am.

Beginning a sentence with “I am” is a sacred act; confessional.

I am vulnerable.

ADVENT{ure} PROMPT # 3

Spend some time sitting with these images. If you feel like it, record your response in a journal with words or in a sketchbook with drawings.