Pressing Pause

I’ll admit it…I’m scrambling!
 
We’ve made some intentional choices to keep our Christmas season simpler and more focused on Christ. However, we still are hurrying, scurrying and feeling overwhelmed. I struggle with finding the right balance. I always said I wouldn’t be “that mom” who was constantly running her kids to this and that and never having time for extras because the “regular stuff” leaves no room for it. And yet here we are, with two kids in youth group on Sundays, one kid in Bible quizzing on Mondays and every first Saturday (who could say no to that?!) and Jazz Band on Wednesdays. Another boy in Gymnastics on Tuesdays and Yoga on Wednesdays and Fridays. The other kid in Bowling on select Fridays, usually the same Fridays as Yoga, ending at the same time requiring mom to be in two places at nearly the same time! (Insert gasping breath here).
 
Add in the wonderful extras like Christmas Story Hour, Winter Concerts, Cantatas, Christmas plays that cousins are in, family portraits, special church services, looking at Christmas lights, helping kindergartners make gingerbread houses…oh, and who could forget figuring out outfits for all of these special events and those wonderful theme days at school… AAAAaaahhhhhh!!! (Did I mention I haven’t been feeling all that well? Sickness?! Ain’t nobody got time for that!)
 
And everyone still wants food–like meals cooked for them, clean dishes to eat them on, OH, and clothes that are semi clean and preferably dry, not still sitting sopping wet in the washer. Most of them also request that said clothes match, be the right size, and easily visible to the eye without the use of their hands to dig it out from under a mound of other clothes! Oh, how dare they!? And then there are those Christmas lists and the expectation of boxes, wrapped with pretty paper filled with favorites waiting for them under the tree. So THEN there are the shopping trips, ordering and mailing, seeking and finding, comparing and choosing. Decisions?! Who can make decisions at a time like this?!
 
So here I am, sitting in my pajamas after a crazy morning of frantically trying to get four guys out of my house on time, wearing their own clean, matching clothes (no extra charge for wrinkles) and I have no idea where to start picking up the scattered pieces of life. And then I see Him. There in the manger on my mantle, is that little baby boy. Babies are like therapy anyway, but THIS baby is more than that! He is my Salvation, my Comforter, my Guide, my Deliverer, the source of my Joy, my Faithful Companion, my Uplifter and Protector. HE gives the perfect gifts at Christmas and all year through. This morning, HE reminds me to find joy in my weariness, to have a heart of gratitude, to press on and to run this wacky race well, safe in the knowledge that He is here with me, shining in and through me however, whenever I am a willing soul. So what started as a rant, ends with praise to my God for the gift of his Son, Jesus, and for all the joy and love and goodness that he brings to my life. When I am quiet enough to listen and still enough to be held in his arms, all is well and I am blessed. Be blessed in his love, friends. Merry Christmas!
 
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
Psalm 121: 1-8