Can you see the beauty of this season?
I can… Sort of.
I have this love/hate relationship with the idea of the holidays.
In my mind, I’m organized, creative, cheerful. I get the tree up the day after Thanksgiving, bake all the cookies for the neighbors, have a different activity planned for every single day of Advent, and have oodles of gifts under said tree (with ornaments perfectly placed, thank you).
And then reality hits and all I can do is keep promising my boys at some point we’ll get a tree, forgo giving the neighbors cookies since we ate them all, light one candle a week for Advent, and only have a few gifts on the top shelf of my closet begging to be wrapped while I hear the ornament box be opened, yet again, and another ornament, yet again, be shattered.
I’m overwhelmed and at the same time underwhelmed. Since when did the holidays become more about doing than being? I told my husband that once Thanksgiving is over, there’s an unwritten rule demanding a Christmas party every. single. weekend.
Don’t get me wrong. I love a party as much as the next gal, but it feels a bit much when every conversation I have with people is ringed with, “I just don’t have time. There’s so much to do and we have these three things the next three weekends and I still have to shop for gifts.”
There’s no time for the actual purpose of this season: the expectant waiting of the Savior. The anticipation of a longing realized. The hope of the world.
“O come let us adore him…”
In the blink of an eye, the food is eaten, the gifts are unwrapped, the sales are over, the tree is dismantled and we’re in holiday hangover mode.
Truth be told, I wish I was a better planner. I wish I could tell you to expect a cute holiday card from our home to yours, with love, but don’t hold your breath. I wish my stockings were carefully hung by the chimney, but the boys keep taking them down to wear to “ice-skate” on the tile. I wish I had enough energy/creativity/willingness to hand make ornaments with my kids, but those would probably be shattered, too.
I wish, I wish, I want…
“Let every heart prepare him room…”
So I take a step back and take a deep breath and realize the reason for the season.
He has come and is coming again. Prepare him room in your home this holiday season and marvel at the majesty of his time. The to do list can wait. I will spend this time seeking the promises of God and savoring the faithfulness of him.
Is there room in your heart and home for Jesus this holiday season?
Are you gaining more of him and the beauty of his birth in everything you’re doing?
What can you change on your to-do list and calendar to truly revel in the Advent (coming or arrival) of our Savior?
– Laurel Ewing, Women’s Ministry Director