Advent is here, and I am altogether unready. My mind flashes back to a seven-year streak of Good Advent Intentions unraveled. I am an Advent failure.

The word sent me digging. If this is what my life is measured up to, what does it mean? He held up his hand and traced a line across.

I see the question still hanging in your mind, there’s still time to call this off. Morning’s frenzy has left your heart far from worshipful.

A chalkboard hangs on our living room wall reminding us of our own family’s core values. The truth is, there could be one million good things to spend our life for. But if we focus on everything, we’ll end up focusing on nothing.

With our new list, we are saying yes. Because maybe we too have walked through our hard stuff so we would be strong enough to step into theirs.

I replayed our reasons for this decision in my mind, and they were sound. Yet one big question sat soaking in a puddle of guilt deep within me. What if I don’t want to do this?