A Life Stirred

Not a Normal Friday

on December 22, 2015

Typically, Fridays are a relaxed day around here.  The girls wake up around 7. (Don’t be too jealous.  The sun doesn’t come up until 7:15 these days.  Then it goes down at 3:45.  Ooof.  Not enough daylight.)  Anyway, we wake up, get dressed, and head downstairs for some leftover pancakes.

At this point, it’s about 7:20.  I’ve already “enjoyed” 2-3 tantrums from the girls regarding wearing vs. not-wearing socks and whose job it is to carry the water bottle downstairs.

So, we eat breakfast, then watch a Curious George (or two…I’m not a morning person).  I drink coffee; the girls play.  I break up fights over toys, pencils, snack cups, and who gets to hold Baby Jesus.

Normally, Fridays will continue on like this.  We play, do dishes, have tantrums, go potty, pick up toys, eat lunch, take naps, play some more, color a million pages, and prepare for Dada to come home.

Normally, Fridays are just another day.  Filled with all the normal-life things.


Just a normal Friday

But we all know that this Friday isn’t just a normal Friday.

It’s Christmas!

We have been building up to this particular Friday for months now.  No other day in the year has been so eagerly anticipated by kids and grown-ups alike.  We do so much to prepare and to get in the Christmas mood–carols, twinkly lights, decorated trees, fun parties, and tasty treats, and  festive movies.  Each activity adds to our excitement for this Friday.

This Friday will be picture-perfect.  We have every kind of expectation placed on this Friday.  We have expectations for our kids, of their gratitude and attitudes.  Expectation of ourselves.  Expectations of the food (heaven forbid we burn something or forget the rolls).  For crying out loud, we even have expectations on the weather!!  (Anyone been disappointed by the unseasonably warm weather?  I mean, not here…but I’ve heard that it’s warm elsewhere.)

The anticipation is heavy.  We are all eagerly awaiting this Friday.  We count down the days.  We can feel the excitement in the air.

But this Friday cannot possibly bear the weight of all our hopes and dreams and expectations.

We will be disappointed by this Friday.  Our kids will have a meltdown or two (I mean, they’ve had a meltdown every other Friday of their life…this one will be no different).  The meal won’t be perfect.  Our family won’t be perfect.  Our own hearts will be selfish and frustrated.


Or your daughter will offer this very special smile  when you just want a nice picture by the tree.

But I have good news for you!  This Friday may disappoint, but this Friday isn’t meant to meet all of our expectations.

It is only a shadow of something greater.  The celebration of that first Advent–Christ coming to earth as a baby–should point our hearts to a second Advent–when Jesus returns to earth!

On that day, there will be no disappointment, no tears, no meltdowns, no frustration.  All the anticipation and expectations that we place on that day will not disappoint.  It will bear up under the pressure of our expectations.

So as we celebrate the first Advent, let’s remember that it is simply a shadow of a greater joy that will be coming.  This Friday is just another Friday.  A Friday where we remember what God did for us by sending His son to us and making a way for us to come to Him.  And that is certainly worth celebrating!

Let us not place our hope in this day, but rather let’s place our hope it the God who made this day.

(PS I totally stole this truth from Matt Chandler. Go listen to him.)



One response to “Not a Normal Friday

  1. Mom says:

    Well… I just spent a delightful hour and a half catching up on your entries. You made me laugh and made me cry. I am so thankful that God has blessed our family with you. Your heartbeat to seek Him first encourages me on. Your delight in my grand daughters and your love of my son brings joy to my heart. Thank you for being real— love ya. Mom

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