With two weeks remaining until Christmas Day, I find myself in the throes of the season’s busyness, checking off lists and making new lists with moments to spare when Christmas morning arrives.
The grandchildren have wish lists of their own.
Our house is decorated with twinkling lights in every corner to capture a grandchild’s fantasy.
Homemade sugar cookies are ready for them in the freezer to bake; my mother ‘n laws recipe which doesn’t disappoint their visit.
I can’t seem to find the time to write those Christmas poems I love to send each year instead of cards. But I am giving you access to one of my Christmas stories for your delight.
My husband wants to bless our neighbors with a loaf of fresh baked bread and a jar of newly canned strawberry jelly, which has found its place on the list.
Christmas crafts await their turn, with a loud alarm sounding to get busy.
Mounds of gifts have yet to be wrapped, although for the small price of a home cooked dinner, my sister and daughter have scheduled a day to take this undesired task from my hands.
Yes, Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.
The little girl in me refuses to grow up during this magical season.
I drive on purpose through the town’s crowded streets, slowly taking in the festival of lights on every corner.
Every now and then though when the chaos of the holiday rests for a moment of silence, I hear the Lord in the background beckoning me with the words of an old familiar hymn,
Having my undivided attention, God whispers again to this child at Christmas,
To a place two thousand years ago, where shepherds keeping watch over their flocks at night, are visited by an angel, with good news to tell them.
8There were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.
9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.
10But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people.
11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.
12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:8-12 (NIV)
The shepherds said to one another,
To see what the Lord has told them about.
15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
To honor the Christ child, born lying in a manger.
Oh Come…let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.
I’m guilty every year of being too busy at Christmas.
Yet, God wants to tear up our lists and start a new one with just two small words,
To witness a child born in a lowly stable, as there wasn’t any room for them at the Inn.
A child born with nothing, but would grow up to give us everything in eternal life, when He gave up his life in exchange for ours on the cross.
Forgive me Lord for my overcrowded lists during the month of December.
Forgive me Lord for my inability to hear those two small words which are drowned out during the hustle and bustle of the holiday,
To stop and adore you, the true reason for the season.
Lord, you are worthy of our praise.
You deserve the hymn of our heart…
Oh Come…Let us adore him, Christ the Lord.