This season can be packed to the brim, with celebrations and obligations. To-do lists fill and the weather chills, and we sometimes lose our footing on slippery ground.
The soul longs for quiet by a warm fire, to see twinkling lights overhead—in sky and tree.
We sip the simple and remember to breathe, to fill the lungs that God has laced together. We look into cupped glass and see a glimpse of artistry—woven together in secret place.
We are tempted to see only lack and frailty, yet as we lean in, we hear the faint tune from above—echoes of mercy and whispers of love.
Soon the demands pull us away as we strap on boots and scramble for coat. We face the cold and brace ourselves for the trek.
We long for restoration, like creation longs for its coming redemption—we contract and moan as we face the barren.
We ache for fresh life, birthed in mystery and majesty, contrasting dark night.
We cry out for intervention as we find ourselves in transition. We are unsure if we can take the next step. It feels too much—weighty, tense.
We push and we pull and we hold on with the strength that remains.
Then, right before the point of losing our grip completely, the voice of Love cuts through chaos.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks, a new and glorious mourn.
There at the breaking point, Hope is delivered, and the tears fall. Relief and gratitude wash over weary frame as we rest, deep within. Renewed.
The journey made room for the miracle.
Had we rushed, we would have missed it. Had we given up, we would have abandoned Glory.
Here in the midst of mess, and the less-than-ideal, Gift if given, and we are never the same.
We rise in freedom. We turn, we spin, we twirl as we did when we were young. Hands lifted, face to sun, we unstop the joy as it pours out. Laughter swells, morning dawns.
All is well.
Sometimes we live so crammed and planned that we miss the sacred beauty around us. What if today, we made room for a miracle?
Dreamers can hurry and scurry as they try to make way for the fruition of plans. But sometimes we miss the greater than, the more that we can imagine, when we prematurely push our way through doors.
The wait is long yet necessary. Dreams take time to shape and form. As we make room for Majesty, we grow in thankfulness, faithfulness, and wisdom.
It will be worth it. He is worth it.
Don’t lose sight of the Who and the why as you take the next steps of what, where, and when. Look to God to answer the how as you follow the Light of His Son and the Wind of His Holy Spirit.
All is well.
Shared by: Katie M. Reid