Promised light

Wednesday of the Third Week of Advent

 

This is my comfort in my trouble,

that your promise gives me life.

Psalm 119:50

 

I look at my list of what needs to be done and it all seems manageable. And yet I keep coming up short. Time is not my concern; I do not feel rushed, but burdened. Once again the landscape shifts and I am reminded that I am not in familiar territory, that the way forward must be discerned.

 

Nevertheless, the Advent promise of light and life breaking into the dark spaces and hours continues to beckon, enabling my steps, my breath.

 

The coming of Christ does not depend on me—it is exactly the other way around.

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