red doors are always lovely, but you notice them more at christmas. a wreath helps them pop 🎈it is like hope during the advent season. even as that “advent ache” for real peace and actual justice, for healing and unquestioning, unending love comes in strong and makes you yearn and groan and feel oddly hollow, christmas carols sung and age-old scriptures remind us of a hope found in a crying baby, God come in flesh, powerful and glorious and yet vulnerable and intensely and incredibly with us to bring heaven to earth and show us a new way. hope, always present but somehow more beautiful and sweetly sustaining.
praying that wherever you are, with whatever you’re carrying, and in the ache of waiting, that we would notice red doors that we normally haven’t paid attention to, that we would make space to listen with soft hearts, and that we would be surprised by hope. we are indeed not alone, and the one who has come is more kind and more powerful and more trustworthy than any other. #advent “long lay the world in sin and error pining /
til he appeared, and the soul felt it’s worth /
a thrill of hope, a weary world rejoices! /
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!”