I’m trying not to let the rush of the holiday season get to me. I’m trying to slow down and savor the season of Advent as much as possible.

So far, I’ve blinked twice and Advent is almost halfway done. I’m starting to understand more and more what those old people were talking about when I was a kid about how time flies. Heck, those “old people” back then were probably the age I am now. Gosh, I need to lie down now.

I think the key is to keep Christmas small. Not to get carried away by all the decorations and the presents like they did in Whoville before the Grinch showed up. I need to focus again on that little baby in the manger who didn’t come with pomp and circumstance to a Fortune 500 power couple but to lowly peasants.

But I’m not all that great at focusing. I get distracted by shiny things and noise and pretty colors. My mind wanders away from Bethlehem time and time again. 

God, keep me centered on the Incarnate Infant. Help me to seek you and adore you this season, just as those shepherds and wise men did all those centuries ago. Help me not to lose my sense of wonder at the Glorious Impossible.