It is what the season of Advent is all about.
Waiting for the Light to come into the world.
Waiting, in this world of rush seems so impractical. So, wasteful.
Yet, waiting, is anything but passive. For it is in the waiting that transformation happens. Happens, because we are ready. Ready to see, ready to experience, ready to welcome.
While we wait, new life gestates within. Like Mary growing the Holy Child, we join with her in the waiting, trusting that that which was declared to her was true, and in time, will come to be.
So too are we, mysteriously, gestating with transformation, as we open ourselves up to the possibilities of that which is impossible.
Waiting can be uncomfortable-with swollen ankles and aching backs--we wonder when it will come forth. Yet the Mystery that we each hold, grow in its own time. Coming when ready. We know not the day or hour...but it will come forth. A mother's mantra resounds, "I will not be pregnant forever."
Waiting...watching...for the miracles to appear. For they will appear to those who prepare. For transformation happens to those who say yes. Who are willing to carry the Holy Child within, and in their waiting...watching for the birth.
This is Advent.
The Light of the world coming forth again and again...both in our world--and in our hearts.
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