I am afraid I have missed so much by failing to reflect.
So much has happened, and so much I have forgotten.
I regret it fairly intensely, but am aware that regret is regressive.
Therefore, I resolve to reflect for the present, and for the future.
Presently it is raining. There is a mixture of tempos, which come together to make a sort of woven rainy sound. Some drops falling fat and fast, some falling like mist, even and gradual. Altogether it is a sound I love. A sound that brings me home.
Tomorrow is the first Sunday of Advent. I have great hope for a bustling and meaningful season. I am just starting to understand the benefit of expectation. Of how expectations shape our persons. So this year I am going to focus on expecting Jesus. To wait for him.
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