Advent

 

I tried to calm my churning thoughts. Trying not to be worried about so many things is like keeping spinning plates aloft. Every time I look around there is another plate to keep from crashing down. I sat in my chair this morning in the early morning sunlight, and just let the presence of God take over. I literally prayed for Jesus to drive us, today. And it occurred to me that we have entered Advent season. Advent, the time of waiting for the Christ Child to arrive. A season of waiting for Joseph and Mary, and for the world, a savior to pull us out of the muck of sin that drowns us. 

And it occurred to me also, that the Mr. and I are also in an advent season of our own. It seems like almost everything in our lives is on hold right now. Waiting for my Dad's appointment with the cardiologist, to see what's going on with his heart. We pray it isn't too serious, and that there is treatment for it. Waiting to find out about The Mr.'s uncle, who isn't doing too well. We are praying he will pull out of his current crisis, but we don't know yet what the outcome will be. We pray about our house, too. The kitchen has been in a renovation state since last July. Torn down to the walls and floor, the rebuilding has been slow. We are ready to be done with it but the finances are not there yet. We wait for payday, which could be tomorrow, or a few days from now. We pray about the newly discovered leak in our front room. We know something must be done about it, but it's going to be a challenge, and first we must wait for the rain, so we can identify where exactly the leak is coming from. We wait for the results of our test kit to tell us whether the floor in the kitchen is filled with deadly asbestos, or harmless. We have to know, since we have been walking around on it since July, without much concern. Now it is of  great concern and I am very anxious about it. We pray for each of our grown children and now our Baby Grands, as we call our grandchildren, to give their hearts entirely to God, completely and wholly, without holding back. We wait for the changes in them that knowing Him brings, wanting so much to see the light of Jesus in their eyes. I pray every morning for an end to the pain the Mr. has been suffering, or an answer, so it can be treated.  We pray and we wait, we wait, we wait.  While we wait I am assured, just as Mary and Joseph must have been, that God has all these things cradled safely in His capable hands. Our Aches, our pains. Our anxieties. Our children, our home. Our finances. The Mr.'s uncle and my Dad. Us. He has never failed us yet. And He never will.