a silver thread in the braid
edged the security of her familiar world
her lips moved
why shouldn’t I begin again
– elora nicole
Advent. The season of waiting, hoping, expecting.
But maybe you are afraid. Maybe it seems this is only a pause from the ordinary and then everything will go back to the way it has always been, the way it has become. And perhaps it’s better this way. Easier. Do you really want to upset your entire existence? Is it worth the trouble, the breaking, the re-shaping?
Do you see the silver threads woven in to your story? The waiting of Advent is not merely about a pause. Emmanuel did not come to be with us simply to create an interval where we could catch our breath before returning to the ordinary. Majesty did not don the robes of humanity to give us a change of scenery, a break from the usual pace.
No, He has come to interrupt our existence. He has come to restore what was lost. He has come to transform the familiar into mystery and wonder. He has come to make all things new.
This sacred pause is a catapult into uncharted territory, where the Divine collides with your story and redirects your path.
You have permission to begin again.
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