Then I grew up. Now there is little time to stare at my tree and pick God’s brain, little time for the quiet to wash away my anxiety, no time for being still. As an adult, this season is filled with lists and tasks and expectations and stress.
I miss what Christmas used to be and dread what it has become--more stuff to cram into an already busy schedule. Every year I stew over how to bring back the wonder and peacefulness. Each December I think there must be a better way. I want to sit in the dark and watch it snow, drink hot apple cider and play games with my kids. I yearn for beautiful music, meaningful conversations, candles, and snuggling up under fluffy blankets watching movies. And even though all of this can be done at home, I know something is bound to interfere, so I dream of swooping my family up and going away, far away, to a place where there is nothing to do, and true rest and peace abound.
But life doesn't work like that. God doesn't give us an out every time we want to escape. And there must be a reason for that. Could it be He wants us to be able to celebrate anywhere, not only in ideal conditions? Does He expect praise at all times? Is He trying to teach us real peace has nothing to do with location, but everything to do with motivation? Am I focusing on the wrong aspects of Christmas? Am I letting Satan steal my joy?
I don’t want to go through the motions of Christmas. I want to celebrate it. How is it I haven’t understood until now I make a choice? My heart is not in it because I haven’t chosen what is best. I have been deceived. I have let my mind dwell on the busyness instead of the Child.
I need to center my mind, my heart, my soul. . .
O Come let us adore Him
O Come let us adore Him,
Christ, the Lord.