Otherwise the expectations would out-season me.The demands out-quiet me.
So I stop.
On purpose.
The time of hushing is upon us.
Hush now, o my ambitious soul.
Listen.
There's more to be heard than you're hearing.
More to be seen than you're seeing.
More.
Quietly, there's more.
Every daybreak there's more.
Every warmly wrapped moment with tea.
Every careful, snowy drive.Every conversation.
Every tear.
Every hilarity.
There's more to know of Him.
So I stop.
On purpose.
In Advent-wonderings.
And realize how glad, quietly, it is.
