So when you are

on the mountain top

do not hold back

But there are seasons that feel defined by the waiting. Waiting on the Lord.

Whether it be for clarity, for an answer, for direction, or for a seemingly earned reward.

But there are postures to waiting.

Proclaim Truth at the top of your lungs

That those sanding I. The valley will hear the melody

And not only will they be given a song to sing into the darkness

But it will lead them home

The night was silent

or so it is said

As the Heaven’s waited in anticipation

Much of the world had given up waiting

But in our mundane or pain, we are also invited to put that aside and worship Him. To delight in who He is all on His own outside of His presence in our lives.

O Come let us adore Him.

God wastes nothing. No hardship is endured without purpose. No pain alleviates without bringing with it deeper faith. No generous gift comes without deeply compassionate intent.

Waiting is holy work and a holy calling. It requires endurance. A constant supply of fuel for the journey. Measured breaths to fill your lungs like a runner in a marathon.

I always reach for words like a security blanket

To add substance and certainty to what often feels fragile

But maybe I don’t have them

Not because I lost them but because I wasn’t given them

For a long time I misunderstood the Christmas season. The anticipation felt like it was for the festivities itself.

When leaves drop to the ground

Do they think they are falling or flying/

How beautiful that they flutter in the wind

And dance all the way to the ground