So far Advent this year hasn't been quietly meditative. Honestly, I just have a lot of questions about a lot of different things. So this picture is a good representation of where we are as a family. Max is missing because of sickness and injury. The table is not cleared, but remnants from the day before still wait to be put away. It's a simple meal, but provided from the hand of God. The picture isn't even straight.
So Advent hasn't been romantic or idyllic or even clean. But God can handle the messy, right?
I am choosing to believe that God can handle my questions. He can handle my mouth that can spew venom. He can hold my heart that is broken at the sight of my son. He knows my tiredness at the thought of a possible rough night and my overwhelmed mind with its to-do lists.
So maybe it is in the messy that I can pray most authentically, "Oh come, oh come Immanuel." Maybe Advent isn't really supposed to be romantic after all. Maybe Advent is a desperate cry; a clinging to the goodness of God; and the watchful wait for our hope to become sight.
So Advent hasn't been romantic or idyllic or even clean. But God can handle the messy, right?
I am choosing to believe that God can handle my questions. He can handle my mouth that can spew venom. He can hold my heart that is broken at the sight of my son. He knows my tiredness at the thought of a possible rough night and my overwhelmed mind with its to-do lists.
So maybe it is in the messy that I can pray most authentically, "Oh come, oh come Immanuel." Maybe Advent isn't really supposed to be romantic after all. Maybe Advent is a desperate cry; a clinging to the goodness of God; and the watchful wait for our hope to become sight.
1 comment:
you are exactly right. read this post: http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/of-kids-and-christmas
Love you!
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