Advent. I was so full of hope for this season. I had set specific, manageable goals. I knew what to anticipate. But I have already fallen short.
I intended to really buckle down on my goal of fasting once a week by going 4 weeks in a row.
I intended to focus every, single night on having a short devotional with my husband.
I intended to lead an exemplary life in front of our unsaved friend who is living with us – sparked of course by the light of the Advent candles at the dinner table.
I had a lot of beautiful intentions. Two weeks into Advent, I can assure you that I’ve failed them all.
And I am so grateful that I am saved despite my shortcomings.
I am often reminded during seasons of penance and repentance that I am a failure and that I cannot ask the law to do that only grace has the power to complete.
Today, instead of focusing on my efforts, I’m realigning my focus, once again, to Christ. I’m surrendering my Martha efforts to sit, as Mary did, at the feet of Jesus. The world around me, I want to see it as He did. I want to soak in the brokenness and reach out to the hurting. The need is so great, Lord Jesus, come. Hasten Your coming, we plead, and strengthen us now as we wait.