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.
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