Anticipation

A couple weeks ago, I ordered my planner for the coming year. It’s my first fancy planner since before Little Bit was born, so I’ve been pretty excited. I was able to design my own cover and have it punched to work with my current system, and this company has the smoothest paper. So, of course I checked my email constantly for shipping updates (which were sparse) and the estimated arrival date had me imagining the sound of a car on my driveway all morning. My pretty little notebook finally did get here (and it’s awesome), but I’m a bit embarrassed about how worked up I got over something that’s basically my to-do list!

The planner isn’t the only thing that had me looking out the window a dozen times an hour, either. We were expecting company yesterday morning, but had no idea about an arrival time. And then the washing machine repair man was supposed to come this afternoon sometime after lunch (sadly, that fell through). Both of these events had me going around in circles, making sure the house looked halfway decent and Little Bit and I were presentable. Do all of you mamas get so agitated when someone comes to your house?!

All this expectation made me reflect on my attitude about the fact that Jesus is coming back, and we don’t know when it will be.

But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.

Matthew 24:36

Am I looking forward to the day with excitement, or am I anxious? How often do I even consider that today could be the day that I see my Savior face to face? Do I look at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of Him on His way? Am I doing all I can to be a light to others before it’s too late? The most important event in my future should be most prominent in my thoughts, but I am guilty of letting so many other things cloud my mind. So, as the Christmas season approaches, I want to make a conscious effort to not let the hustle and bustle keep me from recognizing The Reason for Everything.