Moms....this week....this is not our Magnum Opus. It is not about us. Or our kids. And I know we say we already know that. I know we read the Bible story to them and set up the nativity scene and talk about mangers and angels and swaddling clothes. I know.
But how can we reconcile what we Say we believe with the way our minds are racing and our thoughts are distracted and we're running around all like
Where is the rest?
Why is it so hard to just sit and treasure these things, these gifts already given, in our hearts.
And I'm not preaching. Or maybe I am, but to myself as well. Because I am this Jennifer Gardner (yeah, I wish). I bite off more than I can chew. All in the name of 'making memories'.
Is there meaning to this madness we have created for ourselves? Christmas should instill joy into our hearts, because the Savior entered into our chaos to bring the peace we so desperately were seeking. But when I look around I just see a lot of....despair. Frazzled moms and disengaged dads and lonely kids. All of us desperately searching for something we will never find under that tree.
So I'll end with this. If you are like me and fall into the category of
frazzled,
disengaged,
lonely
I invite you to take a minute and study that nativity scene one more time. What was the meaning to that madness?
Simply God inviting us into His rest. His invitation for us to gaze upon the feed trough, with Baby resting inside, and come feast on his love. To hear His proposal delivered by armies of angels to experience genuine joy only He will provide. To join together with those two speechless teenagers as he dashes all of our earthly dreams only to deliver an eternal hope that will never disappoint.
The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
John 1:14
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