She sits, learning to accept silence
Today has made her smile
And she’s not even sure why
She takes in a deep breath
And turns to your word
I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds. I will be glad and exult in you; I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
Joy to the World
It’s a song she knows well, it’s a favourite. Advent is about her preparing her heart room for the wonders of his love, preparing her heart to sing.
So often, she recalls, advent leads my mind to preparing and filling. Here you are, asking for me to prepare room.
I think, I avoid making room, Christmas can be difficult. As a single, living alone, sometime so feel there is too much room. So I fill, and my mind sets on that where joy lacks!
The people in darkness have seen a great light
Allow yourself to see the light. Allow joy room. Seek it out.
‘I am thankful’ she writes ‘for the little joys that have made this week’
Smiling at thoughts as they pass through her minds she rociubts the joys and begins a list:
- Singing with choir
- Laughing with my best friends daughter
- Said daughter using me as a climbing frame
- Seeing my friends and family smiling back at me on sunday
- Celariac chips
- Sticking with boot camp
- Afternoon tea
- Getting tickets to a gig
- Writing Christmas cards
- Finding presents for people
- Knowing something special is about to happen
- Listening to a Christmas Jazz band
- Watching my coworker paint
- Sharing sunset with the other girls in the office
- A visit to London for a poetry workshop
- Seeing an acquaintance get breakthrough
- A passion project that has been planted
She pauses, looking at these boxes of joy which have adorned the Christmas tree in her mind. I’m sure there is more to come.
Yet, they must never be the soul focus, all these will fade away. More so, none compare to the great joy that is a King, a Saviour born in a manger, who rules the world with truth, love and righteousness.