And with Lindsay for Messy Mondays.
The sun rises over our little valley home the same as it does over the ocean and this morning I spent some time watching this familiar horizon fill in with amber and violet and longing. We drove ten hours to get home on Saturday, snarled in game traffic around Charlottesville–caught up in fans and travelers alike. We unpacked a tired van and left the suitcases in the kitchen floor and closed weary eyes and woke up Sunday morning to Advent. My neighbors have their Christmas decorations up and the mums on my front porch are brown and withered and the thick of night falls earlier each eve.
I am behind on life again.
Near the end of our holiday my husband took my hand and said, “Thank you for putting up with my family.”
I blinked and without thinking said, “They are my family too.”
There were ten of us in that beach house and it was cozy and suffocating all at the same time and the way I was forced outside of myself seems a fitting way to enter this waiting.
Last night we gathered at our church to decorate for Christmas—The Hanging of the Greens, we call it. The Pastor held up the Chrismon ornaments and we talked about the symbols of our faith.
Lord, as we dress the church for the season, we also dress our hearts to prepare for the One is coming—who is, who was, who always will be…
I’m dressing my heart in its finest, sweet friends. Let’s wait together.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. And come tell us about it.
If you’d like to join in The High Calling Community’s Advent Writing project, jump over here to my friend Charity’s blog and read all about it!