Christmas began in a surge of bodily, motherly fluid. Blood and water, water and blood. Jesus didn’t come neatly -- giving birth to the Savior of the world was not without pain. I am nursing pain of my own, struck by the fact that blood and water still vividly convey the travail that Christmastime can bring to a mother’s soul. This Advent, I am sitting in a slew of questions. In many ways, I have nothing but question after question, upon a decade of waiting for answers. Such is life when you…
