Every time it snows, I wait for my opportunity. When the house is quiet and dark, I tiptoe into the living room and curl up mesmerized in the big front window to watch the flakes fall silently – blanketing the ground, trees, and houses, and muting the world. Is that a rabbit peering from the edge of the trees?
These are sacred moments. The blue light of my phone and voices competing for my attention are traded for the yellow light of the moon and hushed white clusters streaming to the earth – I sigh relief.
I feel small, and I remember One who made Himself small. Jesus who “became flesh and made his dwelling among us” (John 1:14.) I can hear him better sitting in this stillness. I wait in anticipation.
In the quiet, I realize, and maybe you do too, that I have become full. And not in a good way. Full of expectations for this season, full of plans and pulls. Full of Facebook and Instagram – I just can’t seem to put them down. Full of myself and what I want. I’m so filled up that I can’t put anything else in.
When I feel like this, I know what I need to do, but sometimes I need someone else to confirm it. So if you need confirmation, you have it from me…
Keep reading with me over on (in)courage where I’m sharing my heart for Advent.
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