A Hard Advent

This has been a season of overwhelming consciousness of my own shortcomings and failures in every area of my life, of my absolute and complete need for a Savior. Acute and constant, my awareness of this need has almost been crushing.

An infant came, a helpless baby, eventually to bear the weight of such burdens, and they will not crush me, for one day the One who crushed death itself will return in triumph over all that is wrong with our world. Until then, this waiting is hard...a necessary, and hard advent.