One word, over and over, rolling around in my head like a lone sock in the dyer.
Each time my heart starts pounding, my mind racing, the questions blooming faster than I can answer them, that still small voice echoes.
My doubts, my fears, my insecurities all answered in this one question.
A lot has gotten left by the way side this Christmas season.
Cookie supplies left in the pantry.
Christmas gift fabric left on the sewing table.
Activities scratched off the to do list.
Curbing my tendency toward over doing. The gifts we have already purchased are enough.
Over and over again I am reminded that our “enough” is someone’s abundance.
Showing up, in my spit up soaked pants, fully present, not distracted by unrealistic undone to-do lists, just resting in the waiting of Advent. That is enough. That is more than enough. It’s all that is asked of me.