~St. Francis of Assisi
The Fourth Sunday of Advent is upon us. We are called to expectant waiting. We, like Mary are waiting for the birth of a child. Not just any child, but the Word made flesh.
We still have the empty manger, yet we can't wait to see Him lying there. Our salvation contained in that little baby!
All the prophesy is about to be fulfilled. That child will heal wounds, unite what has fallen apart and He will bring home those who have lost their way. He will call us to be like little children if we hope to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
When I remember Michael's last days with us. He had become a little child. Everything about him changed as he had total trust in God. How I wish that I was more child like. A child that would and could throw herself headlong into the waiting arms of her Savior. That would abandon any thought of doing her will and only doing His. To be obedient to what He asks of me.
As I sit between the candles of the Advent Wreath and the candles of the Menorah, I wait expectantly for the coming of my Savior.
Lord, I am waiting.
I will try to be silent.
Help me to be child like.
Help me to abandon my will and
be more obedient.
Let me open my heart to You.
~Cindy
