There is a thick mist this morning. Sitting quietly and peacefully upon the earth, cloaking all with its heaviness. But the effect is quite calming. As if everything is taking a deep rest, a pause, a waiting. Waiting for the Christmas star this evening, the lining up of Saturn and Jupiter, for the first time in 800 years. Waiting for the sky to clear and God’s glory to be revealed. Waiting for the celebration of Christ’s birth. Expectant, hopeful.
Expectant despite the advent of the cold.
Hopeful despite COVID and political differences.
The Lord Jesus Christ, the One who is triumphant over the cold, the despair, the differences, the sicknesses, the hopelessness.
“There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” – Proverbs 23:18
Expectant, hopeful. Love, Lisa
Enjoy this spare, quiet version of “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Andrea Corr.