My house is a wreck.
On the computer.
The first day of Advent came
I make excuses: "Not everybody's here; I haven't found the wreath prayers that i really want; my husband and kids don't even care about Advent; I can't get anybody's help; excuses; excuses; excuses!" The truth is that I would rather plan than do; I would rather be lazy than work; I would rather withdraw and avoid than embrace the much-less-than-idyllic reality of my life.
But isn't that the reason He came? Isn't that the reason for Advent ~ the reason for the season? Wasn't everything about His coming oh-so-much-less-than-idyllic: Roman occupation, unwed mother, a stable, shepherds, fallen humanity . . .
. . . me?
Yes, He came for me.
I need Advent ~ not my house, and more than my kids ~ I need Advent ~ deep in my soul ~ I need Advent ~ not just something that looks like Advent or sounds like Advent, but His coming.
" Into my heart, into my heart,
Come into my heart, LORD Jesus.
Come in today; come in to stay.