Family: A Blessing and Definition

I am endeavoring to pray for my family this advent–and family is a term that I use with great depth, sincerity, and also with great flexibility.  If you can hold the tensions–how family can be both a bounded set and have room for its walls to flex and stretch over the hearts that have connected to my own then you are ready to journey beside me.

So we start here:

You are the Mother,

the one who provides space for the fragile to grow,

who shares of your own heart

to give life.

You are the Mother,

the one that labors in the dark night and the wee hours,

who shares of your own heart

allowing it to break and burst.

You are the Mother,

the one that speaks words of peace in the tumult,

who shares of your own heart

to draw out the disquieted and bereft

lifting out the sorrow to carry on your own chest.

You are the Mother,

the one that feeds your children,

who shares of your own body

broken for us, raised before us

making us sister and brother

calling us ever to your heart.

You who created us, labored for our delivery, sustains us and carries us it is to you that we give thanks. In you we are found to be made family, and in you we are able to live and move and have our being. Bless the family you have made, bless us to be ever more like you–loving, carrying and creating. In your name we pray. Amen.