Our cards aren't in the mail. Fail. Received a note requesting a parent meeting at school. Could be an Uh-Oh. Coaching for the first time in ten years. High flop potential. Can't find the "perfect" gift for hubby. Feel shoulders tightening. Haven't called Grandma. House is a fright. Not a great cook. Family needs to eat. Behind on Advent reading. Article to submit. Skipped the gym. Ate the pie. Dog needs heart worm meds. Shut-in to visit. Meal to deliver. Gifts to ship. Errands for school. Errands for church. Errands for kids. Errands for errands sake.
You're bombing this thing...
Oh that whisper. That dangerous, almost undetectable suggestion that Christmas is about doing - about achieving, arranging, organizing. Perfecting as an act of love.
If I only had the money...
If I could get it done by...
If I could just get my hands on...
It turns out that Jesus is coming anyway.
Before we're ready. Standing in the baking aisle. As that dang strand of lights flicker off again at the top of the tree. While our vacation laundry piles up and free time leads to squalling kids. Despite crying babies and burnt cinnamon rolls,
In all of His fullness and God-perfection,
In the quiet of a quaint countryside,
Unnoticed by every soul going about their own business...
If we're not careful, we could miss it.
There will always be the tasks, but we can determine to be full in the doing. Chasing the Filler, God-enough. Adopted as family through the birth of a Savior.
Joyous, Brimming-Over Advent,
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M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.