I’m waiting expectantly for a Christmas miracle. I’m waiting to see God’s face. I’m waiting to see God’s hand at work.
I have no specifics in mind, but when it happens I don’t want to miss it. I don’t have to know what a face will look like or what a hand will do to eagerly anticipate their arrival. If you know the face is beautiful and know the comforting hand does good, you can rest in pure hope and expectant joy.
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