Space in the middle.
Isn’t that what we long for in advent? Space to breathe, to think, to feel, to BE.
I wonder if the spaces aren’t already there? (A double negative, to give pause). How often do I fill up a space, when it opens? The vacuum of the endless list of “to do” sucks in any stillness, almost audibly. What if, I let the unexpected spaces just BE?
Today I am in the “rabbit house” (not the dog house!)… A tiny space provided by a near stranger given for me to rest in while I pick up my daughter from college. Space to breathe, to BE, in the middle. This is a season where God is stirring my heart to fight for justice in new ways, in bold ways. In the midst of that stirring, I am so grateful: for moments of joy that imprint on my heart, for moments (or hours, or days) free of pain, for a bird that sings outside this little hut.
I have been coloring this Advent. It slows my brain, readies it for sleep. I could wash a few more dishes, or answer an email, or sign off a chart. Or I could color…with a cup of tea.
I wonder what moments are opening for you? I would love to hear, as you notice; as the Spirit gives you space to just BE.