a still small voice

Every morning since flipping the calendar page to December, I have woken with a stirring in my heart that can only be brought on by one thing. It's a feeling I carry around with me the whole day through.

Jesus is coming.

My broken, tired, sinful self is desperate for Him. For His peace. For His light. For His forgiveness.

So I wait with bated breath knowing with an unwavering Hope that my Jesus is on His way. That He came and will most certainly come again.

The tiny newborn King comes so humbly, so quietly, with no glitz or presents or even a bed.

A still small voice to cry one day for me.

For me.

That little bundle of babe has a big purpose.

He comes to save me. To rescue this world of darkness from our sin, from death, from the Evil one.

He comes as Light and Life and Love.

Exhale. 

Happy Advent, friends! May these precious days of December be spent in joyful, prayerful, repentant preparation. This time of year spills over with fun and festive and glitter, the busyness and expectations can overwhelm us. My wish and prayer for each of us is that Jesus' coming would be the heartbeat of this most special season.

May the still, small voice of the Savior bring you comfort and peace.

Jesus is on His way!

Let every heart prepare Him room.