So December is here.
How in the world did that happen?
I am overwhelmed by the feeling of longing and a feeling of contentment. My heart is battling my head’s desire to do it all. To make all the memories. To bake all the treats and to complete all the things on the bucket list.
I haven’t displayed my beautiful advent calendar yet. I haven’t wrapped any gifts.
We are closing on our house this afternoon. A major thing that we’ve been waiting for since November of last year. And despite all the excitement surrounding that, I am overwhelmed with expectancy for Christmas.
The need for the Savior. The grace of that perfect Gift.
So come, thou long-expected Jesus. Come.
I’ve prayed daily for the reminder of how much we need Him. The realization that without Him, we have nothing.
This season of waiting that we’ve been in for the past year was about more than waiting on a house. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I have been humbled to the bones by His grace in the midst of my selfishness.
And as we wait and prepare for Christmas Day in this season of Advent, we’re praising Him. For the gifts. For the opportunity. For the grace. And for this season of giving.