I’ve thought about abandoning
this blog. I’ve been gone too long. Who cares and who reads anyway? But the thought of one person reading and
taking away something keeps me going.
Just one person. This will get
personal and maybe even uncomfortable.
But I know without a doubt that I’m not the only one going through hard
times. And some may even say that my
hard times aren’t even really hard. But
they’re mine and I’m owning them.
Christmas time was so fun and
full of life when I was young. So many
presents and meals and good times. Until
a few days before Christmas when I was 16 and my Grandaddy passed away
unexpectedly. I will never get over
burying him the day after Christmas. He
was a rock in our family. It took a long
time to get over it. And now that I have
my own kids, I work SO, so hard to keep Christmas happy and to keep them from
being disappointed. But this year,
Christmas is different again. I wish I
could explain more but it’s not my story to tell. My own little family is fine but we are
feeling the weight of loss and heartbreak right now. And while we are hurting, I’m learning the
lesson again of the danger of making Christmas so perfect and unattainable that
nothing should break it. But the fact
of the matter is, I do try but it breaks.
So what do I do with
this? I keep thinking of Jesus being
born in the manger. Surely Mary thought
differently of where the King should be born.
I can only imagine how she probably tried to make everything perfect for
him. But she couldn’t. And neither can
I. All I can do is ask him into my
broken manger. Into my broken heart. This big city is still not what we hoped and
expected. But I ask him in anyway. My
body is broken with a thyroid disease that was painful and scary and still I
have to ask him in to help me carry on when I’m so so tired and weak. My kids make decisions that I wouldn’t and I
ask him in. Our broken mangers.
Will you invite him in with
me? Our pastor uses the following words
when asking for the Lord to come into your life (for the first time or just
again):
Sorry
Thank You
Please
Sorry for going my own way
Thank you for dying on the
cross for me
Please come into my
life.
That’s all we have to
do.
He’s not unattainable and
he’s not waiting for perfection.
Spot on post Kristen ... very timely for me.
ReplyDeleteBrewster
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
Habakuk 3:17-18