It’s so hard to not touch the tree and the presents when you’re 1 year old.
But Evie is doing her best.
I’ve been taking a holiday.
December is a good month to sit quietly, sip something warm, and reflect.
I like to look back at the lessons and gifts of the passing year.
I like to think about what to pray and hope for in the coming year.
But mostly I like to listen.
To the quiet.
This Advent season, I feel a holy shushing.
So I’m taking a happy holiday from my words to hear the Word.
There has been the voice of one crying out in the wilderness.
Will I be prepared?
There will soon be the voice of one crying out in the manger.
Will I hear it?
Shhh…
I suppose every generation wonders — is this the final age? Will we be the fortunate people who actually hear the trumpet sound, see the sky split open, transport to another realm?
Maybe it’s common for people my age — with children raised, careers winding down, youthfulness fading — to spend time considering eternity.
Perhaps in every century, believers have observed signs of a world “groaning as in the pains of childbirth”, waiting for its deliverance.
I just know that since meeting every Wednesday this fall with fifty beautiful women and studying Heaven in depth, I can’t stop thinking about it. Heaven has become near and dear — a real place, a true home.
I don’t know the time or date,
but I do feel a stirring in the world and in my heart.
Could be soon.
This week, this is my story. This is my song.
“Soon” by Hillsong United