Advent Disclaimer:I apologize as there was a problem with my publishing calendar yesterday. This post was scheduled to have gone out November 29th, which would have been my final publication in the NaBloPoMo Challenge! I hope you still find it worth reading…and I hope you remembered to light the correct candle without me!!
(remember: purple, purple, pink, purple!)
I adore this time of our liturgical year: The Advent season!
In a world that is so distracted from God, in a culture and country that seem so anti-God, I enter Advent season this year with a praying heart. For Christians this is a season of expectant waiting. We are waiting on Christ. And when we wait for him, when we turn our eyes toward Him, the things of this earth grow small and dim. The Black Fridays & Cyber Mondays pale in comparison. We wait instead for the Gift that is greater than any this world could have ever dreamed!
(And the only Doorbuster Deals we are anxious for is the one our Papa will bring to us, when he proclaims a Year of Mercy at the Holy Door in the atrium of St. Peter Basilica on December 8th! No snow globe give-away necessary, giggle-giggle…)
My Advent wish for you can be found in a beautiful poem I’d like to share as we enter into the Advent Season together. May you find a special hug & blessing tucked inside to wrap around your heart and carry with you these next four weeks!
Ann Voskamp is an author, a blogger, a farmer’s wife, a homemaker, and a homeschooling mother. She’s the author of the book The Greatest Gift, a slow, unwrapping of the Gift that is Christ, our Savior.
“Be like a duck, paddling and working very hard inside the water, but what everyone sees is a smiling and calm face.”― Manoj Arora
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2
hugs n’ blessings for staying calm & colorful & enjoying gingersnaps all live-long-day!