Wait for it.
It’s sort of what a lot of us are doing, this time of year.
It’s sort of also what even more of us are doing for most of the rest of the times of a year, or a decade, or a life.
Waiting.
Waiting to make a change.
Waiting to take the chance.
Waiting to get the courage.
Waiting to start.
But you know, maybe waiting until after the holidays are over makes the most sense? Could be that waiting until we have more time and things aren’t so stressful is a very responsible thing to do.
Once the calendar page turns, we’ll resolve some stuff. We’ll flip the switch on a new year and then start. Next year, we say, we’ll finally do that thing we want to do, or that thing we’ve always wanted to do, or that thing we know we kinda have to do. Next month. Next year.
But not just now. We’re too busy right now. There is all this merry to make and holly to hang and we’re consumed with consuming, so there’s no time to even decide or to dream or to dip a toe in the water of that dream.
Besides, it’s Advent, and Advent is all about waiting.
So we wait.
For the right time and the right space and the right circumstances.
Really, we’re all just waiting for a miracle.
But there’s no miracle in the turn of a year and nothing magical happens just because you change the date at the top of your checkbook.
And seriously? It’s really never going to be less stressful. Life is messy and beautiful and chaos, albeit a gorgeous chaos.
And anyway, maybe the miracle you’re waiting for isn’t scheduled for January 1.
Maybe your miracle is as close as your very breath.
Maybe the miracle is you – the you that your Creator zipped into those strands of double-helix – the self-ness of your very own self.
Maybe the miracle is you – the dream tucked into your heart, coursing through your veins, purpose and plan and mission unique to just you.
Maybe the miracle is you?
It could very well be that we’re all waiting for something we already have and already know and already are.
Only we don’t quite know that yet.
~xo,
LuAnne
