So what are we hoping for this Christmas? What are we longing for beyond the craze of commercialized Christmas, and looking forward to, before the year turns its other corner?
Because this is the thing --- joy isn't something that happens when sorrow ends; joy is the transformation of pain into praise.
He bends time and space and slows motions and teaches us --- Time is relative. Time is filled with paradoxes; marked with possibilities. Time lapses in ways mortals just don't get it, and multiplies in seeming moments of transience. We don't understand time the way He does.
...when you just need a breather
You can start -- bid all that toxicity farewell, restart -- and build true faith to thrive.
The art of waiting --- isn't it about allowing the waiting to make you, letting the tango of tension to mould you, and sorting your heart so solitude can find you?
A year can feel too fast, and yourself going too slow, but there's extraordinary beauty in waking up to just be and slowing down to just see: and to be fully attentive and deeply given to the life you have been graced with and the people you have been gifted for.