Devotional for November 29

Before I became a parent, the Advent season started the deadline clock. I had x-number of weeks to shop, get Christmas cards out, finish work so that I could enjoy Christmas break, and get to church here and there when possible. Once I became a parent? The Advent season became Christmas to me. Shopping and work deadlines still apply, of course, but now, the events that dot our December calendar are what bring so much joy to the season for me. My husband and I have spent the past five years creating our own family Christmas traditions, whether it’s taking our three sons to the “Magic of Christmas” symphony concert, going to “Singing in the Season” at First Presbyterian, or just driving around town to look at Christmas lights. The Christmas holiday used to come and go way too fast. Now it doesn’t have to because the anticipation we celebrate with our children makes it last. I see God through my boys’ eyes during Advent, as they taste their first hot chocolate, ask to watch “Frosty the Snowman” for the tenth time, and yes, contemplate and draft their Christmas wish lists. All the while, our chances to teach them about the birth of Jesus crystallize the meaning of the Christmas story for us too. “It will be said on that day, Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.” Isaiah 25:9

Carroll Walton