The second Sunday of Advent traditionally symbolizes peace. Yet, when I think about how I spent Sunday, peace isn’t what comes to mind right away. It was a good day. Just not restful.
Sunday was our volunteering Sunday. I love this Sunday once a month because we are helping others. But, it is busy. We take two cars to church. I have to be there early to care for two special needs children. My husband counts offertory, so he has to stay late. This week my youngest and I stayed for the second service in order to worship. But, I admit it was hard to keep my eyes open.
I didn’t get much rest once I got home. My middle son expressed frustration about the Vikings loss. I took our oldest son to get packing boxes. He is moving home for a month before his study-abroad experience. Then I took my youngest son back to church to help with serving for the children’s Christmas program. I briefly dozed off, but not enough to feel rejuvenated.
Yet, I felt a piece of peace. Something about caring for others does that for me. It gives peace to them by easing their burdens. Perhaps that is one of the best gifts we can give: a piece of ourselves to bring others peace.