2019 is coming to a close and yet the church calendar is just starting. Advent is the beginning of the liturgical year; we wait expectantly for the Christ-child to arrive in the manger as we also long for the return of Jesus.
Last year I wrote a post for each week of Advent. As I’ve reread these articles they have reminded me of truths that have fallen to the back of my mind and heart in the 365 days since I first wrote/read them. I want to share them with you again this year. I hope they meet you in a fresh way, too.
But before we get to that, I have a special invitation for you:
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I am working on some new things for you as we journey into 2020 together and I don’t want you to miss a thing! Did you sign up with your email on the form above? I hope so!
Now that’s done, let’s get back to Advent.
This week, we consider hope as we wait in the messy, sometimes painful, middle of life. Hope is something I return to again and again, holding it up and considering its different facets from different angles.
Let’s visit last year’s post about hope:
A Thrill of Hope, The Weary World Rejoices
Where are you weary and where might God be ready to meet you in hope?
I’m glad you’re on this Advent journey with me this year, it’s nice not to wait alone.
Until next week, may you wait with hope and notice God as you do.
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