December 7th: Comfort

Submitted by Margret Hjalmarson

There’s a lot that isn’t comfortable right now. That’s uncertain. Unknowable. Different. Weird. 

But, my morning coffee is still here. I put it in a mug and make the new morning commute from the kitchen to my desk. 

And there is comfort in knowing that whatever may happen today or tomorrow, next month or next year, the mug of coffee will be here. 

And Advent is the mug of coffee. Advent is the pause. The waiting for what’s next. The ritual that remains even when so much has changed.