Midwives of Hope

How are you doing? I ask because it’s now been nine months of labor, nine months of ping ponging between bed rest and being able to do some light stretching.

Stay at home.

Quarantine.

Masks.

Do we gather? How many people is too many people? Who is in your bubble? How exhausting has all this been?

But the question that is causing the most amount of heartache for me is, “Do people realize that all of this is an invitation for us to act as midwives for a new world?”

The word Advent means the arrival or coming of something. The timing of this season is wildly profound, correct? I don’t think anyone is fuzzy on the reality that this year has been chock full of crazy and chaos and utter confusion, but it has also acted as a radical revealing of what has been hiding behind the curtain of our culture.

And I trust that something new is trying to be born. Can you and I step up and into this to act as midwives of hope? Because pregnancy is about actively waiting, and it’s constantly pleading with those who will receive this new child to prepare for the arrival, correct? This is about an all of life preparation… mind. body. soul.

Something new is going to be born.

Too many people are denying the pregnancy, throwing fits and preparing to fight what is coming rather than preparing to embrace the newness.

May we choose to prepare for arrival, rather than escape. May we create space in our hearts and lives for the brilliance of that which is trying to be born.

May we act as midwives for the new world.