It really just snuck by me…that sneaky first Advent Sunday. I was sitting in a car for ten hours listening to spats, giggles, and movies. I was saying goodbye to mountains. And a campground. And mountain sun.
God is on our side you see. This is the real meaning of Christmas. I can’t wait, can you? I’m waiting for my soul to wake up.
It’s like waiting in a freezing mountain campground for the sun to finally reach the tippy top of that mountain…so you can be warmed. Not just a little, either. When that mountain sun warms, it warms well…like an embrace. O, God of All, embrace us this Advent.
We breathe, “Ahhh.” Then we begin to peel layers. We peel and peel and peel. Layers we don’t need. Could this be, Lord Jesus, Son of God? Have you come that we might peel? O, please, dear Holy Son, we have so many layers that we don’t need.
We feel loved by the sun. We are warm. We behold the light. The light brings so much beauty. It reflects so much beauty that was already there in the darkness. It just needed light. Bring us beauty, Light of the World. We need to see.
Wait with me this Advent? If you are feeling cold, it will be worth the wait.
Join me in still giving thanks for this life that is pure gift:
259. mountain sun
260. desert life
261. draws, pour-off, and washes
263. Fried turkey sandwiches on long hikes
264. smiling chapped faces
265. Jesus Christ, Son of God becoming flesh
266. Washing machine load after load
267. blogger friends
268. warm sleeping bags on a night with a low of 26 degrees
269. home again…you know the feeling
270. javelina crossing the road
272. Morning sleeping bag fights/pretending to be caterpillars (anything to delay getting dressed in freezing temps) 🙂