In many ways, 2020 has been an Advent kind of year: a year when hope has been the currency of our survival, and joy has shown up in the most unexpected places.
We wait and believe along with the faithful heroes in Hebrews 11, even to this day. This is Advent waiting. This is hope.
I want to be more like Noah, who just kept doing what God said, and more like Simeon, who kept showing up day after day, letting the promises of his God fuel his passion for life.
Waiting is a tempest. If you are prone to fear, you should run immediately for cover. Do what God’s calling you to. On the other hand, if you are more often the fool who rushes in, plan to hunker down. Wait out the storm.
How do we move forward? How do we act when fear holds us back?