THE WAIT …
We are seven days away. Seven days. This year will be one that is … spent in solitude. My wife is leaving in three days. She is headed to Dallas-Fort Worth to see the two best kids and their kids ever. My son, his wife, their first born (our first GKid) and their second born (our second and last GKid). For one of these, it is their first Christmas … how exciting, for us, not so much for the little one who understands little of the lights, the music, the gifts, the visit from a man in red.
For the other grandkid, this year is Ione he starts to notice the strain around the tree, the lights around the neighborhood, the gifts wrapped so colorfully.
But he must wait. That I am not sure he understands, even as brilliant as he is.
This isn’t my first Christmas alone. My beloved would often head back to Texas with our son to see family. I would hike and often watch the sunrise from the Blue Ridge Mountains.
However, this is our first Christmas with no remaining parents. It’s kind of sublime.
Over the next seven days, I will reflect on some of the thoughts rattling in my brain about this season. And today, it’s … WAIT.
THE WAIT …
Waiting. We wait around a lot this season. Waiting in line at the store. Waiting for our Amazon package. Waiting for Christmas morning to open the gifts. Waiting for …. (you name the item on your wait list.)
My wife is waiting for the day that she will be with her grandkids.
Think about 2000 years ago. God had promised a deliverer. God had promised a Savior. But … they waited. They waited centuries. And then, when the time was right for God … the wait came to an end. But not in a flash, not in dazzle dazzle, not in glitz or glamour. The promised Savior came lowly … to a young virgin … in a no-nothing community … surrounded by animals … in the darkness of night.
They waited … and then on a silent night … Jesus was born.
God kept His promise … the Savior was born … and nothing will ever be the same!
God became flesh … and live here, among us.
Muddy Shoes by Todd 
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