Advent marks a time of waiting, joyfully looking forward to a much-anticipated birth. So often we see waiting as a time of frustration, but imagining good things to come can hold as much pleasure as the things themselves.
When has a time of waiting been a gift?
I’m a pretty good “waiter”. I like to people watch, imaging all kinds of things about them as they come by or are sitting near . I sometimes think I should try writing some of these times down but I haven’t connected myself to this yet. Some people seem to be glued to their I-phone but I don’t have one so I can watch them, watching their phones!