We’ve had snow on the ground for a couple of months now and the settling in time has begun. I always feel, however, that this doesn’t truly happen until after Christmas. Before Christmas I have a sense of deadlines approaching. Getting cards made and sent. Planning Christmas menus. Shopping for presents. Gathering all the detritus that belongs to what I consider a proper festively decorated house. And in the midst of all of that, trying not to let myself get so busy that I can’t reflect on what Christmas means for me. Salvation. A surety that this world means something. That there is a purpose and a reason and a season to the things that happen in my life. But for now, I feel like part of me is waiting, leaning in toward the season, breathless, anticipation of so many things swirling through me. I pray for a blessed season for all of you. May you find moments of peace even if this Christmas can’t bear the weight of the usual expectations of the season.