Advent encounters

The quick turnaround between Thanksgiving and Christmas this year coupled with some unexpected December events have made for a less than intentional and planned advent season in our home.  Being realistic, I knew that the daily calendar, regular readings or even weekly candle lighting wasn’t happening this year.  So, in the stillness of my soul and in an attempt to prepare for the birth of the Christ child, I communicated to God this message.  Help me to be mindful of your presence during these preparing days.  Open my eyes to truly see and ready my heart for this most holy day.  And along the way, these things happened:

Rushing to leave town, my fingernails looking very ragged.  Not a huge problem, but I slipped into a nail shop hours before getting on a plane to travel north and join family to mourn and celebrate our loved one.  Never totally comfortable with someone serving me in this way, this sometimes happens in virtual silence with a few shared smiles, depending on the communication gap present.   It is a gift to wash and gently care for the hands and feet of another.  This beautiful lady asked me about my Thanksgiving and something in my spirit prompted conversation beyond the surface with her.  With a little extra effort and presence, her heavy Vietnamese accent was understandable to my listening ears.  An illegal immigrant in her early 20’s, she married a man “who was one of those who never wanted to grow up.”  Two precious sons later, she was on her own in a place whose language she did not speak at all when she first arrived.  With great love and pride, she told me of her two sons – one graduating college this year and heading to a prestigious medical school and the other studying international relations and computer science.  She shared that it had been very hard work – I can only begin to imagine – but the education and life of her sons was worth it all.  What a sacrifice.  She shared that a friend told her that when God closes a door, he opens a window.  “No”, she said, “for me, God closed a window and opened wide a front door.”  We shared pictures of our families and she touched and inspired me in deeply profound ways.  The provision of advent.

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Snowing and bitterly cold on a Chicago December day.  Tears froze as they rolled down the cheeks of those who loved this dear one.  Yet woven all throughout the weekend was talk and thoughts and promises of life eternal.  The hope of advent.

Rising anxiety mixed with a bit of an adrenaline rush as I readied myself to enter the mall during the days leading up to Christmas.  As we both waited in this small lock and key shop on perpendicular sofas, something was odd and off.  I first noticed her two black eyes.  Internal discomfort began to rise as she stared at me, like a young child who has yet to learn that pointing and staring make others uncomfortable.  I averted my eyes but could feel hers burning into me.  I was texting with someone and she giggled and laughed and kept up the searing stare.  “What is her problem?”, I thought.  With a bit of fear and a ton of squirming discomfort, I walked out into the mall area.  She followed me.  “Do you smoke?”, she asked.  My no was terribly disappointing to her.  She went out into the parking deck and plopped between two people on a bench, continuing her cigarette quest.  I ran an errand and returned peeking in to see that she was still there.  Tempted to just hang out away from those sofas and the uncomfortable staring, my advent heart whispered, “have compassion – she has a story”.  So I went back in and asked her if she had found a cigarette.  In a very child like voice, she said, yes.  “I have quit everything else, but I just can’t quit that yet.”   Compassion arose.  Though I am certain that her current state of mind and behavior indicated that she in fact had not quit everything else, there certainly was a deep part of her that desired to get out from under the weight of addiction and pain.  We talked and I looked at her as a fellow human being struggling to make sense of it all.  The solidarity of advent.

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Hurrying along to complete my dreaded mall visit and get out asap, I encountered a group of developmentally disabled adults and their care givers.  They were working on riding up and exiting safely at the top of the escalator.  The smiles, laughs and twinkling eyes as this was accomplished brought a swell to my heart.  The joy of advent.

Bedtime and a strong desire to hurry up and get downstairs to bask in a few minutes of grown up time, peace and quiet.  Something in my heart encouraged me to slow down and enjoy the presence together with this precious daughter.  The gift received was a deep down, heart to heart, soul connecting time of sharing and a better understanding of this precious child entrusted to our care.  The intimacy of advent. 

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Skating at our medium size city’s very small outdoor ice rink on a crisp clear December night.  I observed a man approaching people – it was hard to tell whether or not he had a warm place to lay his head down that night.  We both stood outside the makeshift rink and chatted a moment about skating.  At a rink exit, many people came off the ice for a break.  He reached out to each and every one – a fist bump, high five or handshake.  Most grown ups and parents looked at him with discomfort, but each child responded to his touch of connection.  The invitation of advent. 

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Though there are no calendars opened daily or devotionals read, this advent has been a gift.  My hope is that long past our Christmas celebration, I listen to the whispers of God to live with open eyes and an open heart to receive all placed right before me along the steps of each ordinary day. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About inpursuitofatoolbox

I am a God lover, wife of Mark and mom to 5 incredible children. Our 3 sons came to us by birth and our 2 daughters came through adoption.

Posted on December 17, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Thank you for a lovely post that reminds me to slow down and listen. :)

  2. This is the first time I’m reading your blog and I just want to tell you how beautiful and touching I found this post. It’s almost 2AM and I should be in bed but I’m here teary-eyed as I read how each experience showed you the different aspects of Advent. Thank you and Merry Christmas to you and your family.

    Damaris

  3. Beautiful words + beautiful heart.

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