The notion of Advent always excites me. I like the thought of having a time of waiting, and enjoying the anticipation and preparation. I’m not certain the actually living of Advent matches the expectation and hope.

5 days into December and I’m conscious that I’ve done none of the preparations that need to happen for the coming celebrations with our home. There are various notes on bits of paper for what worship might contain. All around the other bits of life keep rolling forward.

Today has been a pause for reflection as I met with the writing group of which I’m part. The meeting has forced me away from the busy-ness of the new place, away from the desk, but has perhaps not aided in the panic rising of not being ready.

I smile as I write for is that real Advent waiting. We’re never ready for Christmas, for the gift of love God gives.