How’s your Advent been?
I’ve had one of the calmest, slowest (in a good way), simplest Advents in a very long time. An Advent filled with prayer and holy reading. An Advent that has touched me in moving ways I couldn’t have anticipated. In short, it’s been a month of such peace and quiet in my heart and soul that I hate to see it go.
John and I have been taking turns reading from Lisa Hendey’s O Radiant Dawn and enjoying, so far, 21 candlelit dinners. It’s been a lovely way to slow down in the evenings, especially in a time in our lives when it would have been easier to take dinner in the living room while watching The X-Factor.
I do believe that the discipline of using a prayer resource, together, contributed to the overall simplicity of this season.
Of course, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a little drama in there. I did set fire to the Advent wreath today. We were just having a nice brunch…the usual, some eggs, a little bacon, some tasty home fries.
And then the conversation got a little weird, even for us.
John: Is there water in that vase with the tree cuttings?
Me, pleased with my amazing Pinterest-inspired creativity: Nope, I used those pretty, clear little stones.
John: I think it’s burning.
So, I set fire to the Advent wreath.
Yeah. That.
Don’t worry, all is well. I’m just saying that book should carry a warning label.
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