This month, and especially since it’s Advent, I resolve to read my Magnificat every day. Though I would like to commit to the full shebang, I know myself well enough to accept that maybe it will just be the morning or evening prayers and maybe it will only be the Scripture readings, not the entire thing. And that’s OK. It’s December, and we’re waiting. The waiting this month is active and packed full of enough to make me run screaming, so I’m going to make sure I spend time each day praying and listening to the One I’m waiting for.
December seems to come and go in a tither, leaving me dizzy and unable to account for myself. There are family birthdays and holiday preparations and – how could I forget? – gift shopping! Though yesterday I considered myself ahead of the game on quite a few of those things, I can feel, in the first hours of this last month of the year, my tentative grasp of control slipping…slipping…slipping.