Advent is such a mixture of special times, anticipation, and an impossible amount of work for moms. We have all our regular chores, lots of special events (all requiring food/gifts/time/talent), family traditions, preparations for Christmas, usually a few rounds of illness thrown in... and... we would like the peace and joy that should come from a spiritual Advent.
Doesn't happen. Unless we can relinquish our expectations and lay ourselves bare to wait on what Christ wants to show us this season.
For me His love always shows up in the little things. A thoughtful gesture from someone, reading Christmas books from our Advent basket, Saint Andrew's Novena, the scent of Christmas baking spices, prayer in front of the Blessed Sacrament...
His Goodness and His Peace hit me in those moments when He is kind enough to draw back the curtain and let me feel His presence and comfort. But I can't make those moments happen. He comes to me in His time. I just have to be open.
I love Jesus.
The Christmas books wrapped and numbered to be read each day of Advent, and a few into the Christmas Octave. (You can see pink paper on the book for Gaudete Sunday. )
This is an odd Advent image. One of our Advent basket books is always a Pearl Harbor story for December 7, the day the United States was forced into WWII. Our children need to know what the generations before them suffered, and learn from those responses that were good, true, beautiful, and courageous. Advent and Christmas are always super busy for our priests so we pray extra for them. The priests who served on the battlefields, who risked it all to bring the Sacraments to our soldiers, embody the sacrificial way that our priests serve us even in peacetime. This image represents all those intentions.
Everyone's favorite Advent Saint. Here is a gorgeous old Polish St. Nicholas