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Pursuing Peace, Expecting Joy: Five Minute Friday

I was sorting through pictures this year to find some for our family photo books that I make for grandparents this time of year. I came across this picture.

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For some reason it moved me. I remember when it was taken. I was smiling so much my face hurt. It was probably the best day we’d ever had as a family of five. (I’m hoping to talk more about that special day next week).

 

I love this picture of myself. Because it’s one of the first times in the last year that I remember feeling happy. I know I was happy other times. But I never looked happy in pictures. I looked tired, worried, stressed, irritated. But never happy. Because being a mom of three isn’t always a happy time. I deal with lots of screaming, arguing, enforcing of chores and school work, breaking up of sibling fights, butt and nose wiping. In fact there are days when I hardly remember genuine smiles. You know the kind I’m talking about, the ones that you don’t have to think about or remind yourself to do.

 

I have a few very distinct memories of times when my face hurt from smiling so much. One was my wedding (and that was before we even got to the formal wedding photos). Another was in my parent’s dining room playing board games and laughing until we cried. After my daughter was born. My 30th birthday girls game night. Then our Edaville trip. I know there have been others, those are just the ones that stick out in my mind.

 

When I was starting my memoir in college I wrote a chapter that I shared at our final public project reading. Pursuing Peace, Expecting Joy. I’m just realizing now what a perfect description of the Advent season that is. Because for us joy is not a surprise. The Messiah was born! We are no longer the shepherd’s shocked by the appearance of the angels; we can be Simeon. He knew he would see the Messiah and in his lifetime, he believed God when he said it. So he looked for it, watched for it and anticipated the Incarnation.

 

We don’t have to just wait to feel peace this holiday season. Very little about the traditional way this holiday is celebrated in the United States lends itself to peace naturally. But we can pursue peace, seek the Prince of Peace in fact. We can expect joy because we know He already came. We can look for times to feel joy, remember the times that happiness overcame us and we couldn’t stop smiling. We may not be able to force it to happen, but remembering it can and will happen, is half the battle. We can nurture joy in our hearts by drawing close to the Savior Born to us and reveling in all he has done for us, both in the past, now and in the time to come.

 

As you review your year, (as many of us are prone to do during the year end holiday season) whether through pictures or just in your mind; remind yourself of the joy that came, even at times that didn’t appear on the outside to be joyful and the peace that descended into the most chaotic of situations.

 
Joy to the world, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

 

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A Christmas Connection: Five Minute Friday

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December is here and the crazy is setting in. It’s getting too chilly for the kids to go outside most days and I’m attempting to keep the house ready to show at all times. This is not quite the Christmas we had planned. Last night I broke the news to the kids that we won’t be getting  Christmas tree this year. I’m probably as upset as they are. It’s  compromise I’ve agreed to make with my tired, overworked, long suffering husband. Only once in our 13 years of marriage have we not had a tree. It was not  good year.

Even as I try to keep the holiday decorating simple, I’m trying to focus on the things that really matter to me this year. What is it I really want? The treasured moments of listening to Christmas music while sitting by the fire in the light of the tree may not happen. But I can still drink hot chocolate by the fire and listen to a Pandora Christmas station. (Our favorite Christmas CD’s were packed up with everything else non-essential). I can take a few moments to cuddle my children. Today we sang Christmas carols and talked about the meaning of the words and their history as a large portion of our school day. My daughter and I were invited to a Christmas Tea on Saturday. I resisted the urge to say no to the last minute invitation, as I am saying no to so much this year, but I decided to make room for it  anyway. It’s exactly the kind of thing my daughter loves and we rarely have time to do.

If I’m honest, I’m hoping to be remembered. Not to necessarily get fancy gifts, but that in all the chaos and crazy of getting ready to move that I will feel loved, and maybe even a bit appreciated. (Yes, I realize it sounds a bit entitled and self-centered, just being real here). Because there are definitely days around here, especially lately where I feel like the abused house elf (the Harry Potter variety, not a member of Santa’s workshop team). But I also know it isn’t really about me.

As we sang those carols today I was comforted and reminded of the fact that Jesus came to earth for me. To save me. (Ok, yes all of us, but in that moment I needed a bit of a personal connection). I loved the moment explaining to my daughter the line in Hark the Herald Angel’s Sing.

Rise the woman’s conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.

I told her this means that Jesus came to crush Satan’s head and when he did that, he crushed in the sin in all our hearts too. She liked the sound of that.

While I do crave a bit of peace on earth (my son is launching himself off the coffee table as I type this), what I want most of all is to feel a connection with the Christmas story. That it would be more than a story, and feel as epic and earth shattering as it was, and is. Because God became man to save us from our sin and ourselves;  to lift away the veil and allow us to commune more closely with our Creator until the time when we can be together again. What better news is there than that?

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Finding Advent in the Chaos: Five Minute Friday

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Advent is my favorite season. Yes, I prefer to call it Advent rather than just Christmas because as beautiful as  Christmas is, it is just one day. Whereas I see Advent as a beautiful journey to explore the wait for the Messiah.

But this year we are also in the season of crazy. Newborn schedules, upcoming family travel, stir crazy kids as the cold and wet weather settle in, not to mention the extreme excitement of this time of year. (and we don’t even do Santa or Elf on the Shelf).

But I am determined to continue celebrating the season anyway.  The season of having a tiny baby boy at Christmas. The season of having a three year old and six year old so excited for the holidays that their small bodies might explode with sheer adrenaline. (I could do without the runny noses, but that season seems to have arrived as well).

So I break up yet another fight before the Christmas tree gets knocked down and try to coax the baby to eat and sleep amid the noise and chaos, I am reminded of the first Christmas. The unwanted travel, even though they probably got to visit with family as a side affect of being taxed. I often feel like I’m being taxed this time of year, if not just in the yearly insurance premium increase and worries about whether there will be a wage increase to match, but the portion of my time, money and energy that are taken by holiday activities. Some of them are things I love, others are not. But they all cost me something.

The noise of the human traffic, and the stable probably full of animals. I never understood pictures of a stable with a single donkey and a cow or sheep. If the inn was full, chances are the stable was too. Where else were all the pack animals being housed? I was probably not quiet, and certainly not clean or peaceful. So as I wipe another snotty nose, lament at the stickiness of my kitchen floor (even though I just mopped) and feel as though my house is getting smaller by the second I can relate, at least in part related to Mary and Joseph, in the stable with a newborn. (At least when we travel to visit family we get to stay in a clean hotel that offers free breakfast).

So even in my difficulties and struggles, or perhaps even more because of them, I can experience God this Christmas. He was born into this same world of busy, dirt and tired and yet he was found and worshipped. May I learn to join the shepherds and the wise men, as I stand aside and take notice that a Savior has been born to us.

If your family is new to exploring Advent, may I recommend my own devotional? I wrote As We Wait as a response to my mother who loves Advent but could no longer find a devotional she liked. As it turns out, she wasn’t the only one. It is one of the things I am most proud to have written and I find new inspiration and comfort in it each year. (I know it sounds weird to experience that with your own writing, but with enough time and distance, I sometimes forget that the words are mine and enjoy them again.)

 

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Advent When Things Don’t Go According to Plan

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I had grand plans for Advent and Christmas this year. I was going to get everything done early so I’d have lots of time to relax and enjoy the holidays with my family. Except it hasn’t turned out that way. Instead I’ve returned to work part time, which means one less day to do things. I spend much of last weekend curled up on the couch with unexplained stomach and abdominal pain. Basically my two biggest work days between now and Christmas. My husband and I made a list of things that needed to be done in the next week, there were 25+, 10-15 of which had to be done that weekend. We probably accomplished less than half. There have been a series of difficulties in my husband’s family, including the sudden death of his grandfather last week.

As we were driving home after church on Sunday a thought suddenly occurred to me. The first Christmas didn’t go according to plan either.  Mary hadn’t planned to be an unwed mother. I’m sure she hadn’t thought she’d be traveling during the final weeks of her pregnancy, for the purpose of being taxed. The financial pressure was on, the cost of travel plus the inevitable tax bill.  (Sound familiar yet?) When they arrived, there was nowhere to stay, at least nowhere reputable. To top it all off, she gave birth unexpectedly in an unfamiliar setting without the support of her female relatives.

I’ve heard so many bloggers talk about what a hard year 2014 was for some many people. The winter was long and difficult and as another approaches I can feel the fear. This Christmas feels like one last good time before the inevitable frigid darkness envelopes us for a few months. But this isn’t so. In fact, Christmas takes place just after Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year. Meaning it will only get lighter from here.

Almost nothing about the time and place of the nativity looked like it went according to plan; at least from a human perspective. But it was all exactly the way God had in mind. So as we finish out a year, if it was a tough one, try to remember, it will get lighter. There may be another cold winter coming, but spring will be hot on its heels. Try to look for the peace within the chaos and watch for the light.

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“In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”

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Do You Ever Wonder Anymore?

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In his sermon last Sunday, our pastor talked about the fact that it is easy to lose our sense of wonder.  Christmas is an amazing time. There is a sense of Narnian magic in the air. The mystery of the Incarnation. Children experience this magic. The lights, the traditions, and of course, Santa Claus. They may not fully understand it, assuming it can be understood at all with the mind rather than the heart; but they sense that something is special about this time. As adults it is easy to become distracted.

We don’t even celebrate Santa at our house, and there is still a sense of excitement in the air. Part of it is related to the giving and receiving of gifts. Some of my fondest memories as a child are of anticipation of someone opening a gift I had carefully and thoughtfully chosen. I want to teach my children the same enjoyment that comes from giving. But, there is more than that.

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If I seem like I’m struggling to put this into words, it’s because I am a bit. I am an adult trying to put the memory of a child’s experience into grownup words. Even with my best intentions, I have lost my perspective, some of my joy and wonder. Until just a few years ago, I could never sleep on Christmas Eve. It wasn’t only the presents or the anticipation of family togetherness, both as wonderful and stressful as that could be. I remember lying awake in my childhood bed, the room filled with the light of a Christmas window candle and feeling as though magic lay heavy in the air. Now I am so exhausted with preparations that I stay up too late and finally roll into bed exhausted.  I have lost something.

The Incarnation, God with us, is truly part of that deeper magic that C.S. Lewis was talking about. Something that we understand deep in our bones, though our minds have forgotten and our hearts have strayed. It was part of us from our creation. A savior who would become one of us so he could die for us. A birthday that was a prelude to an execution that would end in resurrection. But not end, not really, rather point us toward an infinitely better future that is beyond what our minds can comprehend.

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Words and theology cannot fully explain why all of this makes my heart beat faster and my mind race with possibilities. I have heard the good news the shepherds were talking about and dared to believe it is true. A savior has been born to us. I can experience the wonder and joy again. But I need to let go. Let go of all the self-imposed responsibilities to create the picture postcard, perfect Christmas.

If you enjoy decorating your house, revel in it. But if it causes more stress than it produces delight, then simplify. If an elaborate Christmas meal fills your heart with joy; fill the house with the glorious fragrances of the holidays. But if at your house it always seems to end in acrid smoke and hurtful words, settle for something easier and do it with gladness. If hours of shopping or hand making gifts makes your heart sing continue on brave woman. But if going to the mall makes you claustrophobic and you are allergic to anything crafty, then settle for simple gifts purchased online (or Etsy for that handmade touch that you didn’t have to sweat over).

If I have the best decorated house, the most delicious food and expensive and elaborate gifts but I lack wonder; I have gained nothing. (Excuse the paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13). Worse than that, I have sacrificed my joy on the altar of holiday expectations. Grant yourself grace this year. Do more of the things you love, and only what you must of those that drain you. Gather close to those you love. Ask God to restore your joy and open your eyes to wonder this Christmas. Then set aside time to watch for it.

Do less, so you can experience more.

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