A Thrill of Hope
Disappointed is the word I would initially use to describe our fall garden. It looks kind of sad, nowhere near as vibrant and active as our summer garden. Some crops really didn’t do well, while others crops have just been taking their time. Doesn’t that seem to follow the pattern of our own lives? Summer and Spring are full of fun and adventure, and Fall and Winter are times to slow down, turn inward, and become more reflective. I think life is supposed to be that way. Times where we grow fast and times where we grow slow, and maybe even lie dormant. Every year in my adulthood, I approach Advent with such excitement. I am filled with hope and awe of the season. Last year, being a new mother, Advent had such new meaning to me. I had a different understanding of the season through Mary’s eyes. The excitement and fear of welcoming a baby into the unknown world. The nerves and giddiness of finally being able to look at my child’s face. This year is no different. I am appr...