I have struggled finding Advent waiting in the midst of this season. This year, this time in our family’s lives, is so full. I don’t long for a slower pace. I long for intentional time.
As I looked through our photos from the past few weeks, we have done a lot. The older our kids get, the more hectic our life becomes.
Today, this Friday night, I sit by our tree, ignoring my yelling kids, and the dog who has peed for the fifth time today (inside).
See, doing that it is hard for me. The ignoring of my surroundings. I’m a fixer, a doer. I like to make sure that everything is in order. As I walked home with the kids today, I found myself telling them about keeping the house clean. Instead of asking about their days, I was admonishing their behavior before they even had a chance to prove me wrong.
Advent is supposed to be about family, about being together–anticipating what’s to come. Instead my head is down and I just keep working. If I can just get it all done..that’s my mindset.
I’m working so hard to change that. I’m trying to think before I speak. I’m trying to figure out the importance of some things and the need to let some things go.
At this moment I say simply, “it can wait.” “Not now.”
I don’t want to lose the meaning of the season to all the busy.