Yesterday was the fourth Sunday of Advent, church program day…….. and also the first time I have been to church in about 8 weeks. This year had just taken me to a place I was seriously over and I just needed a respite, for lack of a better word. Sounds crazy, right? a break from church? I mean, come on. I love church. I love the people at my church. I love being in worship and seeing my husband serve faithfully as part of the worship team. (Shout out to Rich, here, for not pushing me to go to go church, or making me feel bad for not going. For trusting the process I was going through.) I love not forsaking the gathering of ourselves together. Yet, after having Covid and being down for a couple weeks, I was tired. So tired. I made it to work each day and that seemed a victory, all on it’s own. While I did not attend traditional church services, that alone time became a special time for me, those Sunday mornings. I normally slept in, then I would get up, put on my comfy robe, and head to my back porch, to spend some quiet time with my Savior. Sometimes, I felt led to watch our service online, sometimes I felt led to a particular podcast, but I always ended in my bible reading. I felt very close to Him and it occurred to me that during the last several weeks, that was the quiet time I had energy for- I wasn’t up to doing my daily devotionals, or my reading. I couldn’t focus or concentrate on it. I realize now that was the water my weary soul needed. To allow Him time to tend to my withered spots, to bring them to a healthier place again. To a place when He whispered “Time to go back”, I accepted it like the sweet gift it was. Advent, a season of waiting and anticipation. A sense of hope. A sweet little baby born to give us all the hope we will ever need. I came across this quote by Ann Voskamp recently that says :
“Hope is a strategy. Hope is actually the only strategy you have to keep living. Hope is your strategy, your sanity, your vitality, and your reality.”
Ann just has a way of saying things that just strip it on down to where it needs to be. Right where you can get to the heart of things. I have included a picture or two of yesterday’s Christmas program. The program was different this year, and was held outside, where we drove up to watch it while staying in our cars, tuned into the fm radio station to hear it, and guess what? He met us right where we were.
Merry Christmas, all you sojourners.