The quarrelling wears on my heart and in the busyness of these recent days I've been quick to react to their petty squabbles, sighing and wondering when they're going to learn not to react to the slightest instigation.
Today a little warmth seeped into my heart...
He bought her a gift. It's perfect. Shiny, sparkly, purple, and he knows she going to love it. She knows he got something for her and went to the calendar to count, and recount, the number of days she has to wait to receive it. He can't wait to give it to her. She can't wait to open it. She smiles her quiet smile because she's just so happy knowing that he has a gift for her.
He wrapped it awkwardly, cleverly disguising it, delighting in the thought of how she'll love it. This affection between then makes me laugh out loud and some of the busy tension seeps out of my shoulders.
It's about the waiting for the coming of the gift--the advent. That is the glorious tension of these days. The longing and the yearning to give the gift. The knowing that the gift is coming. The waiting. The utter confidence that the gift is on it's way. The anticipation.
No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
and no mind has imagined
what God has prepared for those who love him.
1 Corinthians 2:9