advent

Longing for a saviour. 
How sweet that in this season of longing we find ourselves in such desperate need of rescue in such a tangible way. (that is a good thing, right Robbie?) 


I am choosing to trust today. 


That my kids are safe and warm and happy.
That the house we thought had already sold, will sell.
That the apartment we assume is ours, will be.
That the holiday gifts will be made, wrapped, and shipped in time for little hands to enjoy them.
That the painting, organizing, and packing will get done.


That choosing to rest in this time of chaos is, if nothing else, good.


Never before has this season felt so meaningful. 
To relate to Israel's longing for a messiah, to know the feeling of anticipation, and to need His coming so desperately.  


In all the pain, and confusion, and hardship that this month has brought, I'm beginning to see the miracle in it all. 


A baby that came, a Saviour that died, and a gospel that I'm beginning to believe may actually be sufficient.