I come to this season wanting to soak up its atmosphere. I come to be moved and surprised in simple, yet subtle, ways.
But I have to be patient and wait for the Spirit to reveal, in its own time, what it will reveal. I cannot force insights to come. I cannot entice wisdom to descend. I have to trust and be receptive of gifts that I don’t anticipate and which I may not think I need. I have to be open to the unknown. This is a time of active waiting, and I confess that I do not wait well.
Slow me down that I may listen. Slow me down that I may hear. Slow me down that I may be present to this moment and to the people here.