If you're looking for me, you'll find me in the basement; working on cracks and fixing leaks in the foundation of my soul. God seems to be leading me to this quiet place during the season of Advent. To truly prepare for the coming of our savior - some repair work needs to be done.
The upstairs of my home is decorated with lovely ornaments. The tree has been perfectly placed in front of the picture window. Everywhere possible - I have assembled my beautiful nativities - as reminders of the true reason for the season. Lights are twinkling, garland is hung and Santa with some snowmen have joined in the fun! I've worked hard to bring the season to life and as a result, my upstairs rooms look warm and cozy... adorn with Christmas Spirit.
But the real and difficult work has taken place in the lower part of my home. For the things I've created upstairs cannot be sustained without some attention to the details surrounding its foundation.
It is safe to say that the basement is not where I want to spend much time. It isn't a place I show off to family and never bring friends. There is little pride in the cement walls and concrete floors of a homes foundation. It isn't filled with light and glorious things. Sometimes, it brings back memories of scary stories and hidden away creatures.
Oh, but during these advent days of preparation, I have marveled at my basement. I eagerly go to this place of prayer to fix and patch the cracks that have surfaced. And with each mend and repair - I am filled with a greater sense of who I am, a greater trust in God and Hope in His plan for me.
So if you're looking for me, you don't have to search far. You'll find me in the basement - building and growing a stronger foundation for my home.
On Christmas morning I will journey to
a place still in need of repair
and on bended knee
give Thanks to God for the gift of His Son
and for His guiding hand
in mending my home.
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