That perhaps, this is what life comes down to --- not in the money we amass, or the people we impress, or that we've never messed up and we'll always be liked --- but that we come to the reality that we have been born for such a time as this.
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?