I began Advent with an idea of what I thought my Advent should look like. And though it wasn't all wrong, it was limited. I read the Blessed Is She Advent journal and was surprised by the introduction which challenged my limits and boxes with the reminder that "anything could happen."

ANYthing can happen.
God can transform me. He can teach me. He can heal me. He can fill me.
He loves me.
Do I believe that? Truly?
Do you?
HE LOVES US!


God repeatedly spoke to me through the journal reflections and my own conversations with Him of my need to embrace BABY Jesus. I was prompted to reflect on my fears, on the the things that often steal my peace. And as I did, I realized that I'm often not really PRESENT in my relationship with Christ and often I am not really present with my children.
I began to see glimpses of my need to embrace the baby King in my life especially in this stage of motherhood. And he showed me in the form of completely slowing me down this Advent. Kolbe got sick. So we bowed out of parties and time spent in community with others. Kayla got sick. And then we all got varying forms of the illness. So we slowed down more.
Even my mom got sick when she visited us and I joked (but not completely) that perhaps God was slowing us down. My parents left. Kolbe continued to feel unwell and I had to bow out of my Advent mom's retreat. I'll admit, I got a bit frustrated with God. I felt like I had given up all the fun already. Now He was taking my morning of quiet time with HIM too? It's for YOU, Jesus! A retreat to focus on you during Advent!
Or was I still focusing on me?
More journaling, more praying, more snuggling with my baby.
And He just kept telling me not to be afraid. For "blessed is she who believed".
Time and again, God brought me back to the baby Jesus. To the beauty of embracing the Word become flesh. To the truth that God is WITH us.
Yet every time that I tried to do all the "right" things that one would do during Advent (liturgical parties, retreats, rosaries etc.), Kolbe would suddenly have issues again. So I began to ponder with Mary and I just embraced motherhood. Motherhood at it's simplest form. Taking care of a helpless child with love and yes, even joy.
Holding my children and taking the time while they are small and snugly to soak that in. Understanding that they are young and that they are learning. Letting go of my (and others') unattainable expectations for them.
They need my love and care in these tender years more than they need a thousand reasons that they just aren't "enough". They need affirmation that they are special, beloved, and worth my time and attention. They need to see love in my gaze, joy in my smile, and peace in my heart.

As all this wisdom poured into my heart and mind, I realized that Christ, too, needed his mother in these ways. He was humbly born into this world as a helpless, delicate baby. Mary lived out the beatitudes and the works of mercy to her Son. The Son of God. Emmanuel. God with us!
She fed him, clothed him, protected him, comforted him,
and sacrificed herself and her desires for him.
And I am to do the same.
For Him.
For my children.
And in caring for my family and being truly mindful of their needs, I am seeing how love does win. Love wins when we stop making it about us and instead turn our gaze to Him.
Love wins when we give of ourselves for others.
Love wins when we embrace the child in every person we meet;
the child that so desperately needs love, care, attention, and tenderness.
Jesus dwells among us.
One of those ways is through those he places intentionally in our lives.
As I prayed through Advent asking the Lord for a word for 2018, he answered.
New.
NEW.
Chris got me the (first ever and available through Blessed is She!) Catholic journaling Bible for Christmas and since it was not yet 2018, I hadn't yet asked Christ anything more about the word new and what He wanted to show me through it.
But He showed me anyway. As I opened the Bible to take a picture to send my friend (because she received one too, and I was so excited to show her mine!!) it fell open to this verse.
"I will give you a NEW heart and a NEW spirit." -Ezekiel 36:26
I'm not sure what this word will end up holding for me this year, but I'm very slowly beginning to listen more for Christ speaking to me through the very small and simple aspects of my day and my vocation. I'm slowly seeing his whisper of love even in the face of another sick child, another child exhibiting a relentless case of selective hearing, another cup of milk spilled on the just-been-cleaned floor, another scuffle I had to break up....
Slowly, oh so slowly I'm learning to listen to the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit challenging me to give it to Him, who loves me and trust that he will give me a new heart and a new spirit. He will make all things new. He will take care of everything if I only let go of my own plans and expectations.....