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your one practical step toward Jesus this Advent
I tell them I've been running. Running and running and asking God to keep up. And it is tiring, depleting.Of course.Especially during this Advent season.Jesus, help us prepare You room.
this Advent get pulled in by God and fight fear
It can be awkward, fighting fear.The times when your mind is too full and your heart is too aching and--when it is time to speak--tears come instead.The noise is loud now, yes? The invitations to do and go and respond feel all too much?I know.I feel it too.
Loop Advent: be part of the conversation with God
It was days after the launch of Breathing Eden, when my soul was weary, that I began listening to God's whispers.The house dark, a blanket pulled across my shoulders, I sat on the floor, reading Scripture, asking Him what it is He thinks about Advent, this season of both awaiting the birth of Christ and celebrating Christ who has already come.I wondered what God might say if we asked Him how we should celebrate, how we should prepare our hearts, how we can be present with Jesus in this busy season? So I asked Him, and I waited for answers. And like I did with Loop, I wrote it down.Loop AdventAnd these four letters are Loop Advent, four beautiful devotionals, one to read during each of the four weeks of Advent. And there are four unique 8 x 10 art prints inspired by His words--to print out on watercolor paper or card stock, too.I love what the words in Loop Advent say . . . Read More . . .
Looking for Advent in Christmas
This is how I want to spend these next days of Advent this Christmas: slowing, listening, waiting. In the midst of busy, seek peace. In the midst of messy, be okay. When life feels especially full, we can just take that deep breath, wait on the one who knows who we are and what we need.
Look up, my darling, look up.
When I hear Him, this space I’m in, at this plain wooden table, this window with the cobwebs at the corner of the metal screen, this soft rumble of washing machine, this smell of wet dog near my feet, I study the room, looking for clues for what is different.
All is different? No, all is the same.