each time a new month comes around, i sit back and ponder where i've come from, and where i'm going. december is the month that draws the most contemplation, the deepest inhales, the quietest dwellings.
it's my favourite, if i'm being the most honest.
because it's the start of the end, after all.
there's a freshness in realizing that we're so close to crossing our toes from one full year to a brand-new empty canvas.
this artist embraces that, swims in the paint that could become 2012, if i let it free.
december holds much. we start the anticipation today. children tug sleeves with knitted mittens and squeal
Christmas is coming
come quickly, Lord Jesus.
:: Advent Sundays become Advent everydays ::
i'm tossed in Light now. in soul now. i'm sitting with my King, legs dangling over the edge as we speak together in the silence.
we're choosing words, my Jesus and i. we're making our preparations with joy, counting down the moments until the start.
and so with anticipation, we begin the final measures of this two-thousand-and-eleventh symphony. the ending is the prelude, the expectation building toward Glory.
i'm elated to discover now. and forever.