The evening of Christmas Eve found me lying in bed with my
husband, crying about how I couldn’t find Him. Somehow I had had lost the
Christ child among presents left unwrapped, to-do lists unchecked, and a house
that was far from presentable. Coming home from a party that night I realized I
had left my purse across town with my mother-in-law’s Christmas gift in it.
There was a bilingual recordable book waiting to be recorded and in less than
an hour it would be Christmas day…
On Christmas morning I woke up late and thus we were late to
the family Christmas celebration. I forgot the pictures for a special
presentation we were making. And though I really wanted to be in the Christmas
spirit I still couldn’t find Him…
Christmas this year and last has left me staring at the
stark sinfulness of my heart. When I don’t get what I want, I am unhappy. When
I do get what I want, I am unhappy. The God-shaped-hole cannot be filled with a
perfect sparkly package or even everything on my Christmas list. Following
Christmas several years ago a pastor preached that the emptiness we feel the
days after Christmas (and sometimes like me, the day of) is its own gift. It is
God reminding us that only He can truly fill our every longing.
As my husband reminded me, I oftentimes sacrifice the
eternal investments for the temporary things and that is where I loose Christ.
But worse yet I oftentimes hope to be the healer, the repairer of all the
broken things. But as much as I want to I cannot truly redeem anything and I can
never fix what is broken. But He can.
So at about 1:30 on Christmas we hit the “reset” button and
ended up at McDonalds. We were "those" people. But somewhere over happy meals and
“nuggets” that I’m sure can’t be made of chicken, I begin to find Him again. In
embracing the perfectly imperfect I started to find the Christ child…
And in case you’re wondering, you can find Him too. Though he
may be found in the Pinterest-perfect-project He’s more often found in The Gift of the Magi. And while he may be found in the chaos of wrapping under the
perfectly decorated tree, I’m certain it’s easier to find Him in the shadow of
the Charlie Brown tree. While I often find Him in the warmth of home with Christmas
cookies in hand, He can also be found in the company of those in the alleyway
with no warmth to spare.
And sometimes, when you least expect it, He will find you.
In the brokenness of Christmas, on the patio at McDonalds’.
So totally the reality for most of us. I felt the "day after Christmas blues" and appreciate your honesty.
ReplyDeleteThank you. And thanks for reading.
DeleteJoy, this is so beautiful! Thanks for sharing your heart. Merry Christmas, friend!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you as well, sweet friend. I'll be contacting you soon about getting together in January :)
DeleteBeautiful and thanks for your vulnerability.
ReplyDeleteThank you, friend.
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