
As December deepens, the days shorten and the light fades earlier. By late afternoon, shadows stretch long across the floor, and the world slips into a deeper hush. These final days before Christmas often feel heavy with expectation — but they are also threaded with a sacred stillness that the Church invites us to enter, not escape.
There is holiness in the darkening hours.
Not the darkness of despair, but the darkness of waiting wombs, quiet mangers, and sleepless shepherd vigils.
In a culture that races toward Christmas morning, Advent whispers an older truth:
God often moves most powerfully in silence.
The Spiritual Power of Growing Darkness
Darkness is not the absence of God — it is the canvas on which He reveals light.
“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light.”
(Isaiah 9:2)
This prophecy doesn’t say the people ran from darkness.
Or that God waited for daylight.
It says He enters the dark with us — and transforms it.
The final days of Advent are not meant to be loud or frantic.
They are meant to draw us inward, like Mary carrying Christ beneath her heart, hidden, unseen, and held in perfect quiet.
These silent hours before Christmas are an invitation:
- to slow
- to soften
- to let the soul breathe
- to become more attentive
- to prepare a quieter interior space
Silence prepares the womb of the heart for the Word made Flesh.
Wholiopathic Insight: Darkness Calms the Body
We often underestimate how healing December’s natural rhythms can be.
Dim light and earlier nights help the nervous system:
- lower cortisol
- regulate sleep cycles
- reduce overstimulation
- calm inflammation
- soften mental chatter
- encourage emotional steadiness
When we allow ourselves to live with winter instead of against it, the body exerts less energy resisting its natural, God-designed rhythms.
Silence and gentle darkness do what loudness and constant brightness cannot:
they restore.
Mary’s Advent in the Dark
Mary lived the last days of her pregnancy in near-total obscurity.
No spotlight.
No crowds.
No holiday noise.
Only the quiet ache of expectation, the slow breathing of a woman waiting for God to be born through her.
She shows us that holiness does not require energy.
It requires openness.
Her final days before the Nativity were:
• dim
• humble
• tender
• filled with whispers of prayer
• wrapped in the sanctity of silence
This is the invitation of these last Advent days:
to sanctify the quiet, not rush through it.
A Practice for the Silent Hours: The Night Watch Examen
This is a gentle, contemplative ritual for the nights leading to Christmas.
- Turn off bright lights.
- Light one candle — just one.
- Sit in the dim glow and ask your heart three soft questions:1. God, where did I sense You today?(Even in tiny moments.)2. Where did I resist Your presence?(Gently, without shame.)3. Where do I long for You to come?(Name your ache.)
- Sit in silence for 1–3 minutes.
- Blow out the candle with a soft prayer:“Come, Lord Jesus.”
This prayer doesn’t require energy or emotion.
It only requires presence.
Herbal Companion: The Holy Stillness Simmer Pot
This blend fills the home with a warm, contemplative fragrance perfect for the darkening days of Advent.
In a pot of water, simmer:
- 1 cinnamon stick
- A handful of cedar or pine needles
- 3 whole cloves
- A strip of orange peel
- A small sprig of rosemary
This blend resonates with:
• warmth (cinnamon)
• winter purity (pine)
• anticipation (clove)
• the promise of dawn (orange)
• remembrance and prayer (rosemary)
Let the aroma become a form of prayer — gentle, steady, and comforting.
Closing Prayer
Lord Jesus,
as the nights grow long and the world grows quiet,
teach my heart to enter the holy stillness of Advent.
Sanctify the dim places.
Bless the silence.
Calm the noise within me.
Meet me in the quiet where I can finally hear Your voice.
Help me slow down, breathe deeply,
and prepare a peaceful place for You.
Come into my darkness and make it holy.
Come into my silence and fill it with Your presence.
Come into my waiting and make it fruitful.
O Radiant Dawn,
draw near.
Amen.
From my Grace Filled Lemons heart to yours,
Laura








