Come, O come Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel!
I awoke this morning with longing.
The bleak winter days are upon us. The sky is gray and heavy with clouds.
And my heart fills with anticipation.
For this week, we begin Advent.
This season of prayerful watching, this time of silent awareness…
How it fills me with joy, awakens my sehnsucht, and breaks me all at once!
On this Advent Sunday, we sang our first Christmas carol in church.
As my husband led us worshipers in O Come Let Us Adore Him, I was moved to tears by this:
Do you see her?
The tiny baby curled up against her mother?
She was happy to be there, amidst the music and the voices. She did not stir, so long as her heart was pressed up against her mother’s.
It fills me with wonder that Jesus came to us this way, Dear Ones.
But even more so that He curls up to me this way…that His heart beats against mine…
The wind blows, the sky grows dark, and the birds are silent…
But I wait.
I do not wait alone, for His Spirit lives inside me.
Happy Advent, Dear Ones.
May your waiting be blessed.