Becoming SO busy....that I can't get my decorating done, do any baking. Or worst of all.....not finding any time to "reflect" on the true meaning of CHRISTmas.
That end part bothers me the most. Because a piece or two of "fudge" or a beautiful mantel isn't going to help me into the next day in all reality. Or into the next year for that matter.
9And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
10And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
11For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
12And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
Awww......I like that. Like a warm cup of tea on a frosty morning. It's soothing to me to hear these words. They bring me back to where I want to be.
That's what I miss about being so "caught up in the funky, commerical part" of Christmas.
I work retail so I know all about it..I love my job..yet dispise the commerical, emotional plays on people, including myself who has to work her brains out at Christmas when the hours are available to me...due to hourly cuts in January when the Christmas "rush" is over.
Basically the "Making the Hay while the Sun is shining" thing."
I detest that part especially because it robs people like me at Christmas.
Rather, I want to bask in the heavenly announcement and the joy...and the comfort of the baby, now become a man.
There's still time however.....it's never too late.
And soon I expect to just sit and drink in the real gift of Christmas. Hoping to soak my entire mind, body and entire spirit in with the gift.
Because I am dry as a Douglas Fir that hasn't been properly watered.
Prickley, loosing my beautiful color, and on the verge of becoming a "fire hazard."
But I know how to become refreshed and how to be revived.
It's my choice.
And I want it.
And I want it soon.
Time so often times is our enemy pretending to be our friend.
WE must fend it off with a sword and make it obey what our lives really long for. What we really need.
"What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace."
Agnes M. Pharo