Some days are like this. Not unlike the missing sock from the dryer, this poor mitten is searching for its mate.
As we close out the church year, living our ordinary lives, in extraordinary times, I wonder if we are able to embrace the missing pieces or times in our lives. The odd sock, single crust or bread, or running on fumes to get gas are all reminders that this is life. Imperfect, mismatched, and humbling.
What are the odd pieces of your life that you run from or hide? To what do you hold dear?
By the way, the other mitten isn’t lost. It’s not created. I’ll cast on today.
Embrace your day.
For all the Saints