As we count off the final days of Advent, it has been a long nine months. For me it has been nine months of various stages of ‘lockdown’ and all the uncertainty that this has generated.
It has been almost nine months to find out that the new normal is not that different to the old normal, in that without an unwavering belief in all that the Trinity represents we will drown in the negativity that threatens to overwhelm us. And the new normal is much like the old normal in that I must rely on my personal relationship with God to get me through the day.
Above all, the new normal is the same as the old normal when I can spend time in His garden, admire His handiwork and learn from all the lessons He lays before me as I garden with Him. It is here that I can listen to His whispers in the wilderness. It is here that I can feel my chest swell with Praise and Prayer in concert with the birds and the frogs and the crickets. And it is here that I am humbled before the softest of touches as the breeze of His breath caresses my cheeks in the cathedral of His creation.
The final week of Advent is a time to complete the last preparations for a new birth in what He has promised to each of us. I count the days, then the hours and lastly the minutes in anticipation of a rebirth with Him and an entrance into a new cycle of our relationship.
Let your excitement build, savour it. Be blessed by the Holt Spirit as He waits patiently by your side!