Advent, Personal Parables

Advent 2012: Making Peace

Today we reflect on making peace.Peace

Luke 1:67-80: Zechariah’s Song.

Poetic Reading: “Trust” and “Cookie Days”

Family Reading: Bartholomew’s Passage –Week Two: Tuesday

Did you notice I am two days late with this post? For those who did, I apologize. For those who did not, I suspect you had a day like mine! On “Cookie Days,” making peace can be difficult. Maybe you realize you do not have all the right ingredients for the perfect day. Worse, you did not discover that absent ingredient until you were well on your way to trouble.

For example, I left the house with plenty of time to get my son to his Tuesday morning appointment. The trek takes us from our home in one of the Twin Cities’ northwest suburbs to just shy of Wisconsin’s border. I know the route by heart. I anticipated the construction zones. I figured Sunday’s snow-covered roads were managed Monday. Afterall, I live in the land of snowplows. Imagine my surprise when the road felt like driving on rumble bumps, and rush hour–when no ones gets anywhere fast–extended well past 9:00 am. Apparently, MNDOT has a new recipe for snow removal. But, since this post is about making peace, I will do what I did on the near-impassable roads. I moved on. I called the doctor’s office to make sure a twenty-minute delay would not ruin everyone else’s schedule. With their willingness to adjust, I persevered. After a pleasant visit with my son’s doctor, we braved the roads home.

Later, we prepared to leave for guitar lessons. Now we understood how bad the roads would be. Imagine my concern with the tire pressure light illuminated. We turned around, and my husband did an expert pit crew job filling the tire. Then the fuel light turned on. A quick stop at the gas station delayed yet another on-time arrival.

When it was time for our Advent reading, I was exhausted. I anticipated the scripture passage, the first poem, the page for our story. But, even though I wrote the poetry book, I forgot the order. When “Cookie Days” appeared after “Trust,” I smiled. God used my own words to remind me He substituted all the non-peaceful ingredients of my day with His provision. He remade my day.

After our Advent reading, my sons and I finished reading Twice Freed, an excellent book from our family reading list. I thought about writing this blog post. But,making peace for Wednesday seemed a better idea, so I blissfully drifted off to sleep.

On Thankfulness

I am thankful for…

…sick days. I am not thankful for the illness and symptoms, so much as the beneficial side effects. When one of us is sick, we slow down. We cancel events. We set aside what cannot be done from a reclined position. Today, I could let my middle son do what he would like to do most days–stay in bed. I could do for him what I would like to do most days–help him work ahead. We completed a week’s worth of reading.  Each son received my undivided attention for at least an hour. My husband and I escaped for lunch while one slept and the other two worked quietly. Our obligations were only to one another, which meant more got done than usual. I am thankful my son is getting better, and I hope the rest of us stay healthy. Yet, this sick day was the cure we needed to restore well-being!