Years and years had passed. Prophetic words had been spoken, but none had come true. Not yet.
The people of Israel had been waiting. Waiting for the Messiah. But all that had happened was nothing. Days. weeks. months. years. and still – what did they have to show for it? Nada.
They sang songs, and prayed prayers, asking the God of the Universe to come and be the Emmanuel He had promised He would be.
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I’ve been trying to write these words for a few days now. Its Advent after all. I should be writing about peace and hope and joy – and I’ve had nothing to say. But, I’ve been waiting. Praying. Asking for Him to come, in some form or another, and bring some hope with Him. a bit of tangible hope.
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On that night that we’ve all heard about, when the angels sang and the shepherds ran and Mary labored hard, there was reward for all of the waiting. It was unexpected, but there He was. A newborn babe, fresh from the womb, prepared to bring hope to the world.
And for those who believed, it was hope that overflowed the heart. It was pure Joy that required shouting and singing but could not be explained.
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It came shockingly, like bolt of lightening from a clear blue sky. Few words via text, but none that needed explaining. “tests show no new growth. tumor shrinking.” Its a brief reprieve for a dear friend, but for my waiting heart it is a flood of hope. tangible evidence.
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Emmanuel. Born to set His people free. then and now. from sin. from disease and sickness. from depression. Freedom to experience the fullest life in Him.
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Thank you Heavenly Father for this healthy dose of hope you have given. I am free to live fully alive in You. Thank you for reminding me. amen.
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