Advent is here. I really don't believe it. My personal calendar is off kilter from so many life changes in such a short amount of time.
We just got back from a three-week long trek to Missouri (up to Iowa) and back to Florida. My daughter is no longer such an easy travler. She loves her routine, her familiar surroundings, the safety of the known. Who doesn't? Most of us just don't scream about it has often as she did while we were away.
What made her more comfortable than anything else during our travels was someone getting down on the floor to play with her. When grandma rocked baby dolls; when grandpa built towers of blocks; when Miss Judy pulled up to the coffee table for a tea party; when great-grandma laughed with her at Curious George -- only then did my drama prone daughter transform into a grinning girl. Her nerves eased when the adults around her became like children.
Oh what a shadowy picture of what Jesus did for us. He got down on our earthly level so we might know Him - for our nerves to be eased - for us to delight in Him. Advent is anticipating His glorious incarnation. After this season of waiting may we be Christmas people who live out His coming.