Advent, Day 2

Psalm 90; Numbers 17:1-11; 2 Peter 3:1-18

Almighty God,
You birthed all creation.
Before your Spirit swept over the waters,
before your hands sculpted the mountains,
before you breathed life into your creatures,
you were there, whole and holy unto yourself.
You drum your own beat,
and you do not function according to mortals' sense of time.
In your own season you created all that exists,
in your own season you were born into the world you created,
and in your own season, you will return to redeem the universe.
But we wait impatiently.
We count days, hours, minutes,
tapping our feet, drumming our fingers,
alternately hoping to hasten your coming
and wondering if you are going to arrive at all.
Give us patience in this holy season.
Remind us that, to you, a thousand years is but a moment.
In your eternal gaze, our lives are but the blink of an eye.
Open our eyes to look for your coming.
Open our ears to listen for your footsteps.
Open our hearts to welcome your arrival.
Prepare us to stand in your presence.
Give us holy hearts and godly lives,
and grant that our works might all be praise,
glorifying your holy name every moment until you come. Amen.