I was five years weary when the Lord laid the Advent Tree on my heart. The young girl who had lain on her bed one Christmas Night and called out to the Father to reveal Himself was tired and lost again.
Our family was weighed down heavily by financial strains and exhausted by therapies and our son’s growing needs, while also starting out in a new part of the country where we knew no one.
And as I sat at the kitchen table one night, praying about and wondering how we would make our way, I remembered that Christmas Night fifteen years before.
I thought about how suffering comes in seasons, some much longer than others, and the subsequent relief that comes when those seasons end. And what if we prayed for one another during those seasons of trial?
Advent is a time of waiting. For a miracle. For the Miracle. And He calls us to share with Him not only our love for the tiny Savior who was born, but also the miracles we are waiting for in our own hearts, families, and lives.
What are you waiting for today, friend? And how can we pray you through it?