The world tells me to barrel through this season, yet something in my constitution knows that when December comes … it’s time to slow my pace.
Letting you in a bit to my interior world:
I’m sitting in the word “wait” this month, as my pace slows.
2020: a time when the entire world was forced to wait and the question I’m asking myself out of this year … the question I’m asking Him: what does it look like to wait well? What does it look like to deeply receive what He has for me in the waiting?
Perhaps adopt this as your question too.
