I don’t know what it is about this time of year for me, but I get overwhelmed so easily. Maybe it’s the inundation of catalogs in the mail or extraneous activity, the too many things I need to do, so many thoughts in my head or some sad feelings of not wanting to start Christmas until after I spend some time remembering the anniversary of my mother’s passing. I don’t think any of these things are good excuses, but they tie me up in a flurry of incapacitation. Is that an oxymoron? I guess it’s not a flurry, except for the racing mind. I really want to have the right focus. The greatest Gift of all came in the dreary darkness of winter to bring light to a fallen world. God clothed in man came to save the world from its despicable self and build a bridge of love from heaven to earth. And that makes me happy–not overwhelmed. Everything else is peripheral. Or it should be.
Today, I put out the front door decorations–poinsettias in the urns and a wreath on the door. I got rid of the fall pumpkins and crotons and moss, and blew off the porch. My door is ready. Now, prepare my heart. Welcome, Lord Jesus.