“Prepare” feels like a weight I can’t lift; full of To-Do lists and an endless round of stuff, of moving things back and forth and spending minutes, precious minutes, managing life, instead of living it.
I want to prepare in this Advent season, I do. But the type of preparation I want to do is the sort of heart preparation that looks like inadequacy, that feels like death, and means I’m motionless. With hands outstretched. Waiting. For His coming that will make sense of my days, make sense of my wandering, make sense of my anger at injustice and own wounded pride.
Preparation without the anxiety is such a gift. A beautiful moment to pause, to breathe, to remember who you are, why you’re here. And so I’m choosing to stop. To not worry about the mess and crumbs and the spills that I can get so side-tracked by. True preparation is pause, is reflection; for it’s there that we find not only who we are — as we move away from the bustle of the To-Do list — but we find Him. Humble, of no account, born in a no-name town. And there, there is peace.
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