And every year, my calendar seems to get fuller, my days shorter, my to-do lists longer.
I want to remember "the reason for the season", put "Christ in Christmas", have "Ho Ho Hope for the Holidays".
But as the days go by, I feel like I'm running out of time. Time to meet my deadlines, fight the crazy crowds to buy a 3 inch barrel iron for my daughter, a Web-blaster for my son, find the perfect gift for my girlfriends, one they won't re-gift. I'm running out of time to bake my famous Christmas cookies that everyone wants a bag of, get my website text to the designer, get my hair done, get my next manuscript to my agent.
I have Christmas parties to attend, programs to sit through (yes, I'm going to make fun of the children who squeak their clarinets--it's what I do), and library books that are close to overdue.
And in all that hysteria and feelings of walls closing in on me, I'm reminded, early in the morning--when I'm barely awake--between yummy dreamland and the first thoughts of sipping coffee that Someone wants to spend time with me, to help me organize my day, to make this season smooth and wonderful, not dreadful and busy.
I'm reminded that if I'll give up a couple hours of sleep to sip coffee and share the breaking dawn with the Lover of My Soul, the panic will turn to calm, the walls that are closing in--removed-- and the joy and peace I crave will be lavished upon my soul.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." John 1:1
And I'll remember the One who took off robes of righteousness, for a robe of tender infant flesh, broke through an ordinary girl's womb for me. I'll remember the infant flesh that grew into a Man's and that it was His joy to allow it to be torn and shredded...for me.
And I'll remember the gift He gave to me.
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