Angels Announcing the Birth of Christ to the Shepherds
by Govert Teunisz Flinck, 1639
Waiting is a part of life, often an unwanted, unavoidable reality. The silence that comes with waiting can be deafening. The silence so real, we hear it echoing in our minds when we pay it heed.
A heart wrenched with pain – a by-product of grief. I understand, all too well, that a heart can physically hurt. Squeezed in a vise and so heavy, the next beat takes superhuman effort. Those of you reading this who’ve experienced great loss know this pain. You may be hurting this very moment. It’s very real and in those moments, you wonder if it will ever end. If that is you, I am so sorry for your pain.
As I sat down this morning to write about Advent, a time to prepare our hearts for the birth of Christ, the phone rang. It was the school secretary calling to ask me to pick up my daughter. She apparently was ill. She was fine this morning at home, bubbling around after having a waffle for breakfast, playful even.