Today, the twelfth day before Christmas is a reminder I’ve put off the other thirteen. Although, there’s a wreath on the door, greens on the porch rocker, and a small live tree the kids brought over and decorated to add a seasonal touch, it’s just not the usual . . .
Because it’s not the usual.
Maybe you’re experiencing the same-not-the-usual, because for some it’s not the most wonderful time of the year. And it has to be okay not to be merry when you’re grieving. Even though tis the season for shopping mall music, you may have noticed a silver-bell-and-city-sidewalk kind of smile on those who are just trying to get through the crowd to hide the sadness. Or haven’t you noticed?
I believe we can collectively sigh in agreement that so often we don’t. Or maybe they’re only in my mall.
Everybody has a story at this time of year, one they want to remember and one they want to forget. The one I don’t want to forget is the greatest story – the one of Jesus, not asleep on the hay, but breathing hope into a dark moment. Into a dark world.
When loss eclipses the merry, and it’s not the most wonderful time of the year – we can still be full of wonder, if we simply keep it sacred and adore.
So, for you and for me, may this be an un-usual Christmas Now even if it doesn’t resemble Christmas Past – and let it stop us in our advent tracks to shift our gaze as a child who sees the glitters of glory and shards of wonder within the broken pieces. Blessed Christmas.
For unto us a child is born . . . and he shall be called Everlasting. Isaiah 9:6
Verna
You speak to my heart.
The heart holes are a struggle.
I know Anita – I know . . . praying the heart-holes are filled with wonder of His love. Love you!
Some of us can’t find the Merry, not because of loss of a loved one, but because of brokenness in the family. I find the holidays bittersweet every year. The joy in knowing the Savoir came, is alive and on His throne battles with the brokenness and hurt this sin-stained world continues to throw my way. I want to celebrate Him, worship Him, teach my children to wonder at His love, yet the celebrating is never perfect, is it? It leaves me wondering at His love while pleading for His return.
I understand, Jane . . . brokenness in families is as much of a loss as death – it still ruptures life. The celebrating is never perfect for most of us but the One we celebrate is oh-so perfect – I will be praying for you and your family. And thank you so much for adding this sensitive comment.
Verna, We had several family members die during the Christmas season. There was also brokenness in our family. But…this year we are rejoicing with unity in our family, a new baby on its way and a celebration to remember. Don’t loose hope – Jesus is able to bring His comfort and restoration. Blessings!
Yes, Jesus is more than able . . . and does. Thank you, Maureen for your kind reminder of His comfort. May your family and holiday be blessed with these celebrations!
My, this reminds us all that we’re not alone. My heart is especially tender this year. Thank you, sweet truth teller, for the refocus.
And so grateful we’re not alone, even in the heart-tender times,Carolyn . . . praying for you, dear friend!
As always, dear friend, your thoughts are beautifully and powerfully expressed.
. . . and thank you for your strong encouragement and support, dear friend! Love you!