Hello, my friends! Although this little blog is sadly in need of a makeover, I have not quite abandoned it altogether. The last few months have been a bit busy, and any spare writing time devoted to another project currently in the works; however, the endless, arid Tennessee summer has also reflected an interlude of thought and of soul.
Ah, waiting. Life holds more “betwixt times” than I ever dreamed. Static circumstances…the acute situations of loved ones…the sin-sick condition of an entire nation…it is a poignant thing to wait on the Lord, as well-chronicled by David and others. And yet. I wrote the following in my journal a few days after Christmas last year. I share it here, hasty grammar and all, because the thought has become the refrain that has diffused what could be a difficult season of despair with a very real, holy joy, and I pray that you, too, wait on whatever you wait for knowing that waiting on Jesus instead of waiting without Jesus makes all the difference:
God has met me most in the last couple of weeks by dwelling on advent – the absolute miracle of the coming – just the comfort that people waited in faith for hundreds and hundreds of years for the Messiah – they weren’t abandoned but the glory of the unfolding was so much grander than anything they could have dreamed. Praise God, “those who walked in darkness have FINALLY seen a great light…the light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.” To live in the “A.D.” – what more is there? Truly, how many things fade in the light of “Christ has come.” If there is one thing I can identify with, it’s waiting. And I have been astounded to realize how much joy there is in realizing that that particular yearning is not one I have to experience. Other things seem so secondary to that. I don’t have a clue what 2016 holds, but I know that I hold the hope of all the world in my heart. What strength and consolation indeed.