Mountains and Molehills

My tradition is to read Voskamp’s advent series by candlelight in December. I haven’t read a single one this year and Christmas is two days away. It’s felt like a big long marathon through December.

But the children light the candles each evening. And we read the prophecies together, reminding us that the redemption story is a long one, full of waiting. The slowness of the story startles me sometimes. Generations passed quietly between prophecies, and still the people hoped and waited and watched for the Messiah.

This year, I’ve decided that I’m going to spend the 12 days after Christmas to reflect on the waiting, the coming, the quiet hope.

“He came like a winter snow: quiet, soft and slow; falling from the sky in the night to the earth below.”