Are We There Yet?

Two weeks. It's been two weeks. And I have been ever so aware of Advent this year. Boxes and drawers and numbers....counting, looking, anticipating....waiting. Each day of waiting brings a gift. Not yesterday's or tomorrow's. Just today's. But you have to choose it. Unwrap it. Take it in. And choose to be satisfied. Advent is the wait before what we truly anticipate arrives. I have advent in my heart. And the silence that terrifies me is the silent that is needed to hear the proclamation. To hear the good news. Silent night, holy night.. The waiting was not in vain or without end. It brought the greatest Gift. The anticipation grew heavy as the time grew near. And the silence thickened as they waited to rejoice. Waiting. Thankful.