Poem by Christina Hubbard
There’s the good kind of wait: proposals, babies, and Christmas.
Then there’s the bad:
Diagnoses, adoption delays, and jail sentences.
Our bodies were not meant to bear such weight.
Hopes, once stars in an ephemeral sky,
We stop before we dive off mind cliffs
Into black sea currents.
(Despair, be not so easy.)
What if delay was salvation?
A magnetic mooring, a lighthouse guiding
Wayward soul ships to a strange continent
Where second comings really do happen.
Restoration, no longer a linear journey by camel or car,
But sin confessed, disciples awakened
Under bright Polaris pointing to a baby’s cry:
Thirty-three years later: a cross,
Two thousand beyond: Now.
You and me,
Wondering if all this is a dream.
The meaning of life
Is found in singing praise when we’re sinking to the bottom
Of long nights never supposed to happen,
Suffering we didn’t plan.
Rise from your aching, arthritic knees bent in supplication.
Lift up your head, weary sea-worn soul.
He comes for the desperate.
He is lifting our shipwrecked hearts up to live among goodly stars.
See how you twinkle o’er a broken world
Guiding sailors as they hang on for dear life.
Once storms can no longer wrinkle the sea.
Our hope and gleam
Takes all that sin once stirred up, and stills,
With a whisper of wait and wonder.
See how they lean over starboard side,
Cup their hands
And drink of pure light.
Father God, lifter of my head, thank you for continuing to reach down and raise my eyes to You. Tilt my chin from my self, my sorrow, and my social feed. May I see Your stars, like a twinkle in Your eye, a wink of love from Your glorious throne. May I lift my face to take in the expanse of Your love arms wide on the cross. by Michelle Nezat
Share Your Heart
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Interview with Kris Camealy
- Getting up at the crack of dawn and writing about Advent during July
- Where she finds wonder
- How waiting is not passive, but an active, growing time
- Her favorite readings from the book and the best gift she ever received
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Week 1: Waiting Awake by Emily Conrad