the weary world

My girls are at an age now where they are enjoying the Christmas countdown. So much so they have asked me to have the numbers up, so they can see how many days to go. It makes them so excited, watching the days tick down, the inevitable fun of Christmas morning inching ever closer.

As for me. It makes me antsy having the numbers up there in front of me. Taunting me with how little time I have left, and how much I have left to do. In fact if I’m honest I want to take the numbers down. But I leave it there for my kids.

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pregnant pause

pregnant pause

December, the month of endings, the month of finishing, the month of preparation for a new year, a new beginnings. I love this time of year. But if I’m honest, sometimes in all the hustle of this season, I wish it all away and wish that next year was here already.

We are a people that are focused on the new, the novel, the next big thing. And we have tendency to want to skip over now and rush ahead.

I have not been able to shake this phrase over the last few months.

pregnant pause: a pause that gives the impression that it will be followed by something significant

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It is December this week, and I see it hurtling towards me. I feel inside that tensing and bracing, getting ready for the oncoming onslaught of busy.

This happens every year.

Every year, I fight it.  The busy that December brings.

And, every year, I lose.

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