elizabeth hamilton

When I began these Advent reflections, it was a spontaneous response to a small but urgent voice in my head whispering, “Wait.”

Standing at the end of these 25 days, on the eve of Christmas, having practiced this spiritual discipline of waiting, the voice is still there.

Which makes sense. We are, after all, still waiting. We were waiting last month and we’ll be waiting in January, too.

But there’s something else here now, besides the admonition to wait. There’s something that I’ve learned from this spiritual practice of waiting.

I woke each morning with nothing to write, knowing I had promised myself I would write; every day I would write; every day I would open my slick laptop and type a blog post.

Most days, I had nothing to say, and, having nothing to say, I could only wait for the words to come.

And they did.

It’s a testament to what happens when we open ourselves, palms empty to receive, and wait. He will come. He always comes. He will come again, too.

I have drawn strength from these Advent reflections. I hope you have, too. And if you’re popping in on this last day, I hope you’ll look at some of my favorite reflections. There’s one on love, one on signs, one on power and weakness, one on impossibilities, and a few (well, 21 🙂 ) others as well.

Merry Christmas, friends!

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