It’s coming on christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace.
Joni Mitchell’s been singing those lyrics in my brain today.
It’s coming on Christmas…
and we’re in “getting ready mode”.
John’s been gone at meetings in Houston so I’ve been using the time to get the house ready for Christmas.
And, as I wrote last week, our daughter Maggie got engaged and would like an early summer wedding, so we’re getting ready for that which means constant g-chats and texts with the girls in D.C., and phone calls to check dates with…well, everyone.
And then over the weekend the “to do’s” of Christmas hit me. You know, like when you’ve noticed that it started snowing but then you don’t look outside for awhile and when you look again you can’t believe how it’s piled up. There’s a lot that I’ve promised to do that has snuck up on me like a silent snow drift.
And I’m grateful for a full life, but I need to get ready for all of it.
This morning, in between doing all this getting ready stuff there were several distinct moments of silence and solitude when it felt like God said, “Hold it. Shhhh. I’m here.”
And in those moments I wondered what getting ready for Christmas really looks like.