As we get to the very end of our Advent journey we might feel we've been on this for a while now. And waiting can be very uncomfortable.
In this long, drawn-out, time of Pandemic, with an end only vaguely in sight, many of us feel like we have been waiting a long time. An uncertain, difficult, disturbing, waiting.
But waiting can also be productive. I am waiting, and have been for some while, to see my children again - they live in the UK, and I have not spoken to my daughter for a few years, though I get to video call my son at least once a week, and I long to see them both again.
But in the longing I catch a glimpse of the God of Small Things - longing for connection, longing for being reunited, reconciled, together. I think it is something of the longing that Christian and Hebrew Scriptures talk of when they talk of God being a 'jealous God' - jealous for our time, our attention, our love in order that God might bless us in return with God's love and grace.
And I pray we continue to find the Divine in the longing.
As a deer longs for flowing streams,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and behold
the face of God? Psalm 42.1, 2