dark and ugly...
cold... bare... alone.
So I wait. expectantly.
with hope. my mini advent.
awaiting the coming of Christ.
Born in me daily. as I wait for Him to come.
filling me with Himself...
light and beauty...
warmth... fullness... Immanuel!
God in flesh once more.
if I wait. allow Him to come.
exchange all I am, for all He is.
my gift so small, yet all He asks.
My daily advent. His Christmas gift.
**This discipline of waiting- of exchanging my nothingness for His sufficiency- is how I seek Christ this Christmas**