Happy first day of Advent. This year I am purposely focusing a bit more than usual on all the imperfections. Reading my morning devotional while the kids are screaming, ornaments breaking…you get the gist. I am leaning into unmet expectations.

Perhaps that seems strange, but I heard a quote recently and keep thinking about it. Sadly, I cannot seem to find it but I believe the specific phrase used was “a hopeful waiting and watchful aching” and I just really love that. I’m praying that the imperfections help me to fix my gaze upwards. The brokenness of our world being the very reason that made Christmas necessary.

For the tired: a hopeful waiting, a watching aching.
For the lonely: a hopeful waiting, a watching aching.
For the sick: a hopeful waiting, a watching aching.
For the anxious and overwhelmed: a hopeful waiting, a watching aching.
For the discontent: a hopeful waiting, a watching aching.

When the twinkle lights lose their luster,
a hopeful waiting, a watching aching.

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