A season of waiting, longing.
Come, Lord. Break through, God. Keep your word.
I think we need this season of Advent. I think we really need it this year.
This season of standing by the window, staring into the dark, wondering when the sun will rise. Waiting for the sun to rise.
Trusting the sun will rise.
We are weary, Lord. But we dare to hope.
We wait for you to come again. To right all wrongs,
to wipe away our tears, to make all things new.
Will you meet us in our weariness?
Will you deepen our joy in your presence?
Will you surprise us with your goodness? Come, Lord.