All of my carefully chosen and created gifts are wrapped. There's a treasured family recipe cheesecake in the oven baking for Christmas dessert. The tree has been decked. Christmas crafts have been done: 2 varieties of homemade ornaments which will be treasured in years to come, a gingerbread house, and a plethora of paintings depicting trees, snowmen, and Our Lady with the infant Jesus. The cards and boxes have gone out. The house is almost clean, and would be finished if it weren't for that pesky stomach flu I had for a few days there before we took a little trip up to enjoy God's creation in the beautiful Rocky Mountains. I finally admitted to myself that I am not super-mom/super-wife/super-woman and that as long as I have only small children, I will not be able to do Christmas baking. The cranberries and popcorn are at the ready for last minute stringing before the big day. The music proclaiming the holy night to come is piping through the house. The fridge and pantry are stocked for festivity: hams, fresh herbs, crisp veggies, cheeses, hearty potatoes, sweet breads and all sorts of special treats. The playroom has been purged. The Advent candles are burned to stumps.
I'd say...we're just about ready here at our house.
I'm still preparing my heart though. Will it ever be ready for Him?