Do I weary God?
Do I weary God, with my constant questioning, as a toddler to his mother?
Do I weary God, with my silent refusal to obey, as a teen to her father?
Do I weary God, with my worry and anxiety, as a young parent frets over his child?
Do I weary God, with my fear of the unknown, as I age and weaken in the eyes of others?
Oh God, help me be more like You as the infant Jesus, conceived by Your grace thanks to the unconditional “yes” of Mary. You chose to enter this world as a babe…innocent, unable to speak, longing for His mother, free from fear or worry, at the very dawn of life…heavenly Father, hold me in your loving embrace this Advent. Gaze into my eyes, as I gaze into Yours, and breathe, and trust, and know…and believe.