Our week has been sort of slow, quiet, different. We started off the week with a stomach bug which thankfully didn’t pass through the family as we thought it would, but it took a couple of days for Phoebe to be herself again. And we’ve been battling a head cold. And it rained for half the week. So we have been pretty hunkered down. As much as I hate battling sickness, it has given us some time to just be together and read books, snuggle, knit, watch movies, stay in our jammies. In the midst of it, we’ve been observing Advent together, momma reading this book in the mornings in the early + dark quiet, bent over coffee. Kids gather over this book in the evenings, freshly bathed and coloring ornaments to decorate the Jesse Tree as I read. We’ve slowly been pulling out Christmas decorations, putting things here and there as we have time. Phoebe made my bed for me this morning, and I snapped a picture of that simple grace. In all its rumpled glory, it sings of her sweet spirit, her kindness and the quiet way she serves even at her young age. I hope I can be more like her.
It’s been sweet, savoring this season of light so far. Remembering our Savior, the hope of His birth, the way it proclaims the Gospel to us: Jesus came, even in the midst of a very broken and fallen and evil world, a wicked generation. He still came. He didn’t just come to visit us, God visiting man, He came as one of us, God and man. The hope in this! The glory! That He knows our frailty in an experiential way. He knows our need. Our weakness. He offers Himself to us. I pray for you and for myself this season that above all else we open our hearts and hands to receive Him.