In the recent season of Advent, I was deep in the waiting. A place where I learned to be comfortable in the darkness and where expectations got shattered so I could live in expectancy. The dark is the place where the struggles of my life are the crosses that I carry, where the burden is heavy and my heart cries out for help. Where I secretly hope someone might ease my burden and help me along the way. But I must remain strong.
The shimmering light calls me forward to resurrection and rebirth. Where I become a modern Mary where my “Yes” deepens with every breath I take. Each inhale expands gratitude and humility. I see with clarity how I’m running the marathon between my head and my heart. A race where generosity and love win with every breath I take.
Lord, thank you for a new generous life where I see clearly each day.