A is for the Advent Season
The best season of all.
Children and their sweet anticipation. Waiting expectantly and looking forward to the new and wanted that awaits them Christmas morning. Looking to serve and love. Looking for the reward in the smile of a stranger and in the joy of a word of encouragement.
Advent takes all that expectation and squeezes the best out of it. Hearts are open. People quicker to be peaceable and anger is dulled. The awareness of the presence of God here on earth heightens as we count down the days to His birthday.
Thanks has just been given a few days ago, as we know that all good things come after a time of thanks.
Great things happen when we want them too. Things do not necessarily go our way. God thoughts are not our thoughts, neither are His ways our ways (Isaiah 53:5-6) But if we watch and want, we will see these good things. Maybe we will take opportunity to be these good things.
The happiest people who live are those who give their lives away. So this is what we will do.
We will be intentional about giving advent away. We will not simply celebrate advent, we will become it. A soul waiting for the coming of their savoir. A friend reminded me not to long ago that there are few things that we can take with us to heaven, and one of them is our friends. We can love them to eternal life. We will live so that our good deeds will be seen. So that those around us will give glory to our Savior in whose name we find rest. Jesus. Come to earth so that we can be born into an eternal family.
Yesterday as I we began advent, I chose to serve those who need it most. The ones right in my own house. There is no place better to start the love cycle. There is no better way to change the world, than to start changing the atmosphere in my own home. So I start here. I stay up late in preparation and wake up early, so that those in my charge wake up to fresh sweet daily bread. We eat and remember. We admit our brokenness and give praise to the one who has made us whole. Whole people, a whole family. Stitched together with chords of love that cannot be broken.
Advent. The season of blessing. And it is only the beginning.
The best season of all.
Children and their sweet anticipation. Waiting expectantly and looking forward to the new and wanted that awaits them Christmas morning. Looking to serve and love. Looking for the reward in the smile of a stranger and in the joy of a word of encouragement.
Advent takes all that expectation and squeezes the best out of it. Hearts are open. People quicker to be peaceable and anger is dulled. The awareness of the presence of God here on earth heightens as we count down the days to His birthday.
Thanks has just been given a few days ago, as we know that all good things come after a time of thanks.
Great things happen when we want them too. Things do not necessarily go our way. God thoughts are not our thoughts, neither are His ways our ways (Isaiah 53:5-6) But if we watch and want, we will see these good things. Maybe we will take opportunity to be these good things.
The happiest people who live are those who give their lives away. So this is what we will do.
We will be intentional about giving advent away. We will not simply celebrate advent, we will become it. A soul waiting for the coming of their savoir. A friend reminded me not to long ago that there are few things that we can take with us to heaven, and one of them is our friends. We can love them to eternal life. We will live so that our good deeds will be seen. So that those around us will give glory to our Savior in whose name we find rest. Jesus. Come to earth so that we can be born into an eternal family.
Yesterday as I we began advent, I chose to serve those who need it most. The ones right in my own house. There is no place better to start the love cycle. There is no better way to change the world, than to start changing the atmosphere in my own home. So I start here. I stay up late in preparation and wake up early, so that those in my charge wake up to fresh sweet daily bread. We eat and remember. We admit our brokenness and give praise to the one who has made us whole. Whole people, a whole family. Stitched together with chords of love that cannot be broken.
Advent. The season of blessing. And it is only the beginning.
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