As we begin a new season of Advent, my house looks a little different this year. With the last of my children off to start a life of their own, these walls are stripped of the hushed excitement of children, yes even the grown-up ones. As I ponder Mary’s humble fiat, I once again prepare to take that journey from head to heart. How far will I allow God’s love to travel this Advent?
The miracle of the Incarnation is more than we can possibly comprehend. I never realized how much I took that fact for granted. This week, I’m sitting with that very thought. The incomprehensible act of God coming to us as a newborn, so little, so vulnerable, so trusting that our arms will be open to receive him. All He ever asks for is for us to be open – to make our hearts a Bethlehem.
This week, I imagine my heart as a cradle. Has it become hardened or cold? What will I need to do to soften it and prepare it to receive Christ? Will it need to offer forgiveness? Understanding? Patience? Tenderness?