The looking forward to something is sometimes - everything. In itself it is Fulfillment. Hope. Peace. Healing.
When I was expecting my first child I had the gift of a rare moment. One of those where time slowed so perceptibly I didn't wonder about it or question I was experiencing - I simply embraced it.
I was full of child. Nine months and counting and standing in my little kitchen in South Florida north of Hollywood, a sudden breeze came through the kitchen window, the light spilled in and across the counter. Looking back, I was so, so very young. So full of not knowing really what was to come. Or the way the years would rise and fall and twist and turn ahead.
The eventual fulfillment of those nine months, the anticipation of holding my child wasn't my focus in that moment. The minutes moved carefully forward as if they were actually aware of me, determined to give me an opportunity to fully appreciate them before time shifted into another season. One of mother and child instead of mother-to-be and baby becoming. I closed my eyes and was as fully in that moment as any of my life. Possessing expectation. Breathing expectation. A Holy Expectation full of wonder.
As we move into this season of Advent I'll be exploring the themes and moments that the season brings us and how we meet them right where we are.
I do so hope you'll join me.