ADVENT WEEK 1 — HOPE The Long Night Before Footsteps

Written By Sherian McCoy

I’m a little late getting started with Advent this year, but my heart still felt the tug to share.
Maybe that’s fitting… because hope rarely arrives on our preferred timeline anyway.

Some nights are quiet… a little too quiet.
The porch boards creak, the wind shifts, and you catch yourself leaning forward—wondering if today might be the day you see someone walking up the road.

Israel knew that feeling too. Four hundred years of silence. No prophet. No angelic message.
Just… waiting.

But heaven wasn’t quiet.
God was preparing everything for the exact fullness of time.

“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son…..” (Galatians 4:4 ESV).

So if your porch feels silent this week, take heart:
Silence is never the evidence of God’s absence. And hope is not foolish, it's faith holding the porch light steady.

Sherian McCoy

Hi, I’m Sherian Kaneaster-McCoy—storyteller, porch-sitter, ministry founder, wife, mother, grandmother, and follower of Jesus.

I’ve spent the last two decades walking with women through the hard things—grief, chronic illness, prodigal children, burnout, and healing. I serve as a practitioner in Dr. Tracey Stroup’s Eat, Pray, Faith telehealth practice, where I support clients needing help physically as well as emotionally and spiritually. I’m also honored to serve as Dean of Education at the Academy of Abiding Wellness, equipping others to walk in biblical wisdom and holistic health.

Alongside this work, The Father’s Porch has become a sacred space where I pour out the stories God has written on my heart.

This ministry was born from my own journey as a parent of a prodigal and a lifelong porch-praying woman. It’s a space for the weary—a resting place for those still waiting, still hoping, still praying. Through devotional writing, prayer, and gentle truth, I help others find God in the middle of the story, not just at the end.

Whether I’m telling stories from Scripture or sharing pieces of my own life, I believe in the power of honest words and porchlight hope. The porch is open. The light is on. There’s always a seat for you.

https://www.thefathersporch.com/
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