As I write this it is the first Sunday morning of Advent. It’s foggy and ugly outside my Starbucks window, but I live in Minnesota so I know snow is right around the corner which makes me so happy.
I’m an early morning person, but I know many are just now lumbering, hustling, shivering, or springing out of bed. Some to get kids dressed and combed. Some, bumping around a dark empty house or apartment alone. Getting ready for worship.
Some will be driving to church with an attitude of habitual going-through-the-motions resignation.
But for me…and for most I think, there is always a glimmer of expectation. As small as a twinkle light, but it’s there for sure. A tiny bit of hope that we’ll meet God in that worship space and hear a whisper from Him.
