Isn't it amusing?

I woke up today with a prayer... just 25 days to do all I need to do and God, I want this blog to be a priority. Please give me the inspiration so you can get the glory.

So I find it amusing that my computer wouldn't start for over an hour; that I likely locked it up surfing the web four hours last night for Christmas gifts; that I have two sick kids and a sick husband and we won't even make the first day of advent Sunday Mass; that while we were out of town one of our cats mauled the next-door-neighbor's kitten and in this season of brotherly love our neighbors no doubt feel ill will toward us; that the simple, yet elegant dinner I'd hoped to plan to rejoice advent with the women I went on retreat with has fallen victim to crazy schedules, location problems and babysitting issues and has ended up a come-if-you-can, let's-grab-dinner at Chick-fil-a(!).

That all came to mind as I sat down to type this morning. And it hit me. Life only gets crazier, but Advent always comes. I'm given an opportunity every year to make this a special season. Now I just have to make a little time, every day (in and among all the other stuff life hands me) (in and among all the demands the crazy Christmas season heaps on me), to thank God for all He's given me. Especially His Son.

I wish you well finding advent in the ordinary. -- mEg

postscript: Near the title, I have posted a photo of our advent wreath, which I fished out of the freezing cold attic first thing this morning while waiting for the computer to change its attitude. (That turned out to be a long wait....) It's my favorite Christmas decoration; there are 10 children from around the world holding hands and banners that read "Hope," "Love," "Joy," and "Peace." Apparently the temperature fluctuates wildly up there and the candles got a little overheated this summer. I will get more, but for now, I think the wreath speaks volumes. The boys and I had breakfast around the first lit candle and laughing together, found a tiny speck of advent in the middle of our ordinary Sunday morning.