Enoughness...

There are days when life feels like it’s running ahead of me, leaving a soft echo in its wake — errands, conversations, the half-remembered list I meant to write down. But then something interrupts the rush. Not loudly. Not with fanfare. Just a quiet nudge… almost like a hand brushing my sleeve.

It happened today.

I stepped outside for a moment — not for anything grand, just to breathe. The air was cool, the sky undecided, and the garden looked as though it had paused mid-sentence. And I realised I’d been doing the same: holding my breath between tasks, waiting to feel “caught up” before letting myself be present.

But presence doesn’t wait for perfection. It waits for willingness.

Standing there, I sensed the shift: the small turning of my heart toward God, the quiet consent to let Him slow my inner tempo. Nothing dramatic. Just a gentle rearranging inside — the kind that happens when I stop long enough to notice I’m loved.

Maybe that’s the invitation.

Not to accomplish. Not to hurry.

Just to be turned ever so slightly toward Him.

Advent feels like that — the soft glow before sunrise, inviting me to lean into expectancy, not urgency. To believe that God arrives in the quiet places I nearly overlook. To trust that the smallest yes can steer the whole of me.

So here I am, letting today be simple. Letting Him find me where I am rather than where I think I should be. And letting that be enough.

Because maybe enoughness is where the miracle begins.