There are so many things one can do during Advent and in the past I did them.
Jesse Tree, St. Nicholas party, marking all the feast days, reading reflections, crafts, doing, doing, doing.
This year I couldn't. I decided that instead of doing Advent how I had in the past I would "un-do" it.
Some of the basics are still here: the Advent wreath, the empty stables, St. Nick filling the stockings, and tacos planned for Our Lady of Guadalupe's feast day. The bare minimum.
And gosh, it feels good. My life feels more quiet. The doing got to be too much, overwhelming, and burdensome. It became my undoing. The un-doing has taken the pressure off.
I so badly want to teach my kids about Christ, the Church, salvation history, the saints, the Bible. I grab hold of all the good things, afraid that if I don't I will bypass the one thing which could have really done it - could have really brought home the Story and the Beauty and the Truth.
But too much of a good thing is still too much.
Me stressing out over an activity is not going to impress upon my children how much God loves them, that Jesus Christ died for their eternal salvation, and that the Holy Spirit lives within them.
But God speaks in the quiet and the still, small voice so maybe making less noise will allow them to hear Him. And the empty Nativities bring questions and conversations about Baby Jesus and what He went on to do and why. And the flickering Advent candles on our dinner table's wreath invite us to pray to and with the Holy Spirit who longs to guide us in our preparations.
That's what I'm hoping for in this un-doing of Advent.
Please God, I want to seek You out. I want to know, serve, and love You better. Help us all to grow in holiness this Advent. Help us all to focus on You and Christ's comings. May all glory be Yours. Amen.