Today is the last Sunday in Ordinary Time. I’ve felt a tug toward Advent for weeks and yet there is wisdom in remaining in this season we call ordinary.
This morning I read familiar words in the psalms: Be still and know.
We quiet ourselves and rest in assurance. We remember seasons in which we felt held and others in which the heavens seemed silent—and we were held nonetheless.
We resist the urge to move too soon into the season of waiting. We grow silent and still in the sweet presence.
This post spoke to me this morning. Be still. I am resisting the waiting, the quiet, the uncertainty. Thanks for the reminder.
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Martha, thanks for stopping by and for leaving your thoughts. It’s hard, sometimes (maybe often), to lean in to a season of stillness. As you say, we resist it. If only we could grasp that it’s often in the waiting where the real richness is. It’s a lesson I’m still working on internalizing.