
Patiently we wait, recognising that the steadily swelling blossoms are about to deliver the long-anticipated birth of splendour.
The preparation for this moment may have been long and arduous, but the promise: Oh, how we live for the promise.
As gardeners and Christians, the parallels in life and faith are intertwined in creation. We know the story by heart and we live through the chapters year after year and even when the ending is filled with pain and tragedy, still we wait patiently for the birthing. Time spent in fellowship with Him are the lifeblood of our existence and Advent is the chance to renew that connection for another year.
As we go into the final days, the pregnant ‘blossoms-in-waiting’ stress the final moments in the build up to the birth of our salvation. Like children we cannot hide the excitement of the final days. If we do, it threatens the rest of the storyline into becoming just another event to ignore in our crowded lives. And with that He is condemned to exist beyond the boundaries of our wilderness’.
May you feel the upwelling of expectation, may hope cover the lining of your soul, let joy build to bursting point so that His love can explode over humanity with a force that makes salvation the only outcome and His whisper a spiritual indwelling that brings blessings and Love in His name.







