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.
...if we could see Him in everything we do we won’t ever be ousted with our disappointment, our misplaced expectations...
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.
Life's fragile. And who knows how long we've each got. Or what life will throw at you next? Who'd tell you that you're meant to work one day or sleep the next, or that you're meant to bolt faster than lightning because of that one call that makes you just see how short this life really is? Time runs faster than feet, and we're wild to want this spin to stop.