With the early sunsets this time of year, there’s a quiet that sets in over my neighborhood much earlier each night. A silence that feels unfamiliar. During other times of the year, we typically hear families strolling the neighborhood, babes and pups in tow.
But this season is quiet and still.
I can’t help but think of the 400 years of silence among the Jewish people and their God before Jesus broke the silence. He was silent for 14 generations. Can you imagine? No one’s great-great-great-great grandma to tell stories of the miraculous - of seas parted or kingdoms conquered.
On the blog this week, I'm sharing a few thoughts on advent - that season of preparing our hearts in great expectation of opening His sweetest, kindest gift on Christmas morning. Grab a cup of coffee and come join me!
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