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

Our ideal place was once in a garden

A beautiful and perfect place

And then there was another garden

One that was cloaked in sorrow

A place of waiting and contending

The thing about loss is that experiencing one does not really make the next one easier to manage. They all are different and significant.

Sometimes suffering and trial disorients us

We wander from home

From where we belong

We set up camp in desolate places where the enemy lives