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The Lord God omnipotent reigneth...

I’ve already started marking out my dreamy goals for the future year.  I’m already getting wildly excited and crazy hopeful and I’m ready.  Bring on January!  Forget the frost and the let-down from Christmas-craze and the drop in our spirits as we dim the lights, turn them down and off for another year, wind them back into a knot and shove them up into the attic.  The winter is here and we’re warm now.  We have the bright gifts, the glowing lights, the holiday cheer ringing loud like the Salvation Army bells outside of every shopping center.  
But we know the drop, the drooped spirit, the draped hope, is coming.  
You can feel it.  That nudge to despair.  Just a little.  To think that the new year is coming and it’s tied tight with possibility, but to feel that once Christmas is over that it’s all over.  That once we stop singing the age-old Christmas hymns and carols and theme songs, that it will just feel all white and gray and drab.  That we’ll suddenly realize the cold snow heaped u…

We've been waiting...

The day just started that way.  

Just too early.  One of those.  

I tried to be positive.  Count my blessings.  Enjoy the early, midnight-like sky out the windows, snuggling with the boys.  Took a picture as the sun peeked up.  

Trying, trying, trying.

I started on chores.  Tossed every piece of bedding, for every bed, in the wash.  Gave little men baths while other homes were just waking up and getting breakfast around.  Let them create mayhem around the room while I dusted; packed away too-small little boy clothes and made room for the next size.  

And then.

Then the tears and the tantrum and the wanting to push my head or my fist through the wall.  Trying to breath deep, ignore the pressing and the stressing, but my buttons just kept getting pushed. My willpower dangling off a rickety bridge.  My patience spring-boarding out of control, sky-rocketing into another world.  Impatience, exhaustion, hugging close.  With one sitting on the potty and crying for the upteenth time about who-knows…

God incarnate, here to dwell...

I’m awake six minutes before my alarm.  Typically this would frustrate me so bad.  I had prayed God would guard my devotional time and here we are, another morning with my youngest wanting to start the day just when I want space and quiet to start the day my way.  As the bottle warms, I light a candle on the stove.  I turn the page on the Advent calendar and read, “The promise of Light.”... and smile.  

And when he unsuccessfully goes back down for the morning, I shuffle him out in the dim dark, trying to not wake up his big brother.  I lift the Noah’s Ark from the shelf and bring it down the steps with us, hoping that something new to play with will distract and keep him occupied while I dive into some study.  And instead I watch him at the foot of the tree, playing with Noah and his charges and I think... that’s where all stories start, where they all flow to... the foot of The Tree.

I think back to Sunday, how December first was on the Sabbath and I think what I thought then,... how …