waiting to be filled.
the manger is empty.
there is no ONE in it.
it is waiting to be filled.
filled by a PRESENCE.
one little candle burns brightly.
in the quiet of the evening.
first lit by a young girl.
she attends to the linens and the wreath.
careful that things are just so.
these rituals take effort. and time.
two things that seem to be very sparse around here lately.
simplicity is the key word this year.
the house looks so bare .
all of the festive fall clutter is gone. stashed away in boxes. tables and shelves have been stripped of many beloved knick knacks.
i want our hearts to soak up the nakedness.
so that when He does come we are not already full….
happy first week of advent friends.
i hope you are all well.