Posts tagged Christmas
Advent

"I'm ready."

"I'm ready."

"I'ready!I'mready!I'mready! "

"Mommy, I'm ready."

"I'M READY!!!!"

On tiptoes, with arms stretched over head, fingers that can barely reach the countertop are searching for the plate he knows is there. Two-year-olds. Heaven help us. 

At least three times a day I reminded Oliver that waiting patiently means having a quiet voice and a calm heart. At least three times a day we talk about patience meaning 'what I want will happen very soon.' At least three times a day I coach him to remind his heart that "I can wait."

What he doesn't know;  what I haven't told him, is that he needs to settle in and get good and comfortable. This is only the beginning of waiting.

We are days away from the season of Advent coming to a close (Ok, so maybe I began this post a few weeks ago... and am just now sitting down to complete my thought, because mom life.)  This season where we remember the ancient waiting. All the longing, all the aching, all the deep and heavy sighing satisfied the moment Mary bore down and delivered her first born, God's first born, into a weary world.

We are days away, and I'm caught up with thoughts of the waiting running through my head.

Every valley shall be raised up,
    every mountain and hill made low;
the rough ground shall become level,
    the rugged places a plain.
And the glory of the Lord will be revealed,
    and all people will see it together.
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken
- Isaiah 40:4-5

Sometimes I can really feel it, like REALLY feel it. My skin pricks at the whisper of that ancient waiting. The desperate impatience for redemption to come sweeping in, all full of life and hope and victory. All full of the promises that had been handed down generation after generation. Waiting for the valleys to be filled. For the high places to be flattened. For all uneasy, unsteady, unsafe ground to be smoothed. For the very glory of the Lord to be seen and celebrated.

Waiting.

Generations and generations of waiting.

And then, suddenly, there he was. All pink and new. All of God tucked into humanity. 

Here we are generations and generations later. After the baby who was God lived and died and lived again. The baby who grew into a man and gave us a new promise.

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”
-Revelation 21:3-5

As believers we hold fast, and by that I mean, WE HOLD FAST and remember this promise. There will be a day when God will dwell among us and with us. He will wipe away each tear and erase the old order of things. These things that weigh us down and break our backs and leave us longing and aching and sighing. 

We are waiting.

We are standing with the heroes of our faith and we are waiting. With Abraham and Sarah. With Joseph. With Moses and Aaron. With Joshua and Caleb. We are waiting. 

"For in just a little while, He who is coming will come and will not delay.
-Hebrews 10:37

He is coming, with healing in His wings.

He is coming, with all His glory.

And we will see it. 

And our hearts will melt.

I'm remembering with you today, that all this waiting is headed somewhere.

And it feels so good, and so sweet, and so painful all at the same time.

It's hard to wait.

 


"Ginger Cookie Abenture House"

Today, life in the Sanders' house included doughnuts from Stan's. Our very deepest and dearest favorite doughnut shop, which is ALWAYS worth standing in line for. Endless snuggles with our soon-to-be-six-month-old, who was over-tired from his late night activities. Binge watching Person of Interest on Netflix, while holding said baby. And Gingerbread House making... or as Oliver would say "Ginger Cookie Abenture House."  Surprisingly, Oliver was more in to decorating it then he was about eating the candy during the creation phase. He wins the prize for toddler with the most self control. Although, as soon as it was decorated, he was ready to eat it. The house is now missing a front porch, a tree, a boy and roof ornamentation. Milo supervised the entire process from his perch on the table.

We are hibernating. We are happy. We are pushing through the tired and having fun with our boys.

Christmas is Upon Us

The Sanders took a little trip to Half Moon Bay and marched around Santa's Tree Farm until we found just the perfect Noble Fir for the cozy little corner in our "whiving woom." And it is lovely. And Oliver is perfecting the "One Finger Touch" for each and every ornament that is within a toddler's reach.

Merry Christmas, dears. Hoping you are warm, hoping you are cozy, hoping you are tucked in on every side.