Prepare the way.
Shovel the walk. Rearrange the furniture. Make room. Change your life. Turn around. Be ready: what’s happening is new and will take up more and different space.
I told someone today I feel like I’m living in perpetual Advent.
I’m sort of tired of it. I’m exhausted by the hyper-vigilance of the whole exercise. I feel like I’m at the bottom of the well and scraping the bucket along the muddy bottom for the where withal needed to stay alert, much less ready. I’ve seen it coming, heard it coming, felt it coming for so long. And still – not here? Really?
I repeat the refrain of the psalmist: How long must I wait?