Monday, December 6, 2010

Got Your Holiday "Game On?"

I'm doing exactly what I hate to do at Christmas. 
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.

Luke 2:9-12

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.
Bah Humbug!

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'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


The HopeChest said...

It's me, feeling the same thing. I've gotten so busy with my baby girls of course, and holiday decorating for my customers, which like you, I love.....but not much time for my home, my Spirit, my Peace. Soon !!! We will take time for refreshing with each other in Him, on our Sunday Christmas Tea with our Royal Court of Tea Sisters. Can't wait.

Joyce said...

Marsha...I'm looking forward to us four having a nice time of it on Sunday. I think it will be refreshing!

Ms.Daisy said...

This is such a beautiful post on how Christmas sometimes gets c r a z y and how we can get our sanity back by focusing on what is real and true and beautiful! I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas!


Denise said...

Not getting caught up this year.. not doing much........ just a gift or two next weekend and then a little baking......... Gearing back this year..... reflecting on the loss of parents.... reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas.... somehow this year it is everything to me... Merry Christmas

The Urban Chic said...

Joyce, what a beautiful post, but I do hope that you are able to get a tree up with a Nativity under it. I too have plenty of time for reflection. I was going to bake, but it will be just a little and only because my children are coming in and they do love "mom's" cookies. I've got everything I could possibly want, so celebrating with my children is the best gift and it comes wrapped with so much love, that right now, I feel anxious just waiting for them. Thanks for the reminder of what we are celebrating---a love that will never die. Love Ya, Pat