I love this time of year. Or do I? Why do I do all I do? I’m not sure. Lights, and decorations, for what? I’m never ahead of the game. Always trying to “catch up.” For what? I’m not sure.
My kids say, “Oh but Mom you always do it. It’s tradition. You have to do it!” This year they helped get those lights up. What a blessing that was. They cared enough to put action to their words, “It’s tradition. You have to do it.” It became a “We.” So I guess that is one answer to my why’s.

I want to enjoy the season. I want to be purposeful in my activities. Creating new memories, new traditions with my younger three. They still have the wonder of it all. I have to keep going for them. It’s only right. Another “why” answered.

But how? Going slower. Taking moments to relish in the “meaning.” Be consistent in doing that, not so hit and miss. There is healing that has gone on in our lives over the last year. Relationships are actually growing; there are even moments of laughter and enjoyment. It should and will be easier. Not so awkward. Something to be thankful for.

Advent. The anticipation of something special. Magnificent in this case. A child. God’s child. Born for me, a quiet, simple birth. Died for me, a violent, yet purposeful death. So I can live.
He is the lover of my soul. My provider. My reason for being.

Although I get caught up in my activities during this season, I’m going to stop and breathe. Take in some much needed oxygen. Remembering who gave me this life. Who sustains me. And why I love this time of year. Another answer to my why.