Despite my inclination to minimize around the holidays, I still experience some of the frenzy, stress, and consumerism I so wish to avoid. I still fail to serve, reach out and bring joy to many of God's children who need something I could give. I still do my share of complaining about how Christmas is so much of what I wish it wasn't. I'll say "Bah Humbug" at least once in the peak of my disdain and that interjection--
will humble me,
because there really is a lot I love about Christmas.
There is something thrilling about the music and lights and something endearing when my boys speak softly of shepherds and mangers. When they ask questions that provoke my own, I am in awe. Strangers and friends alike, share kindness and smiles. They gladden my soul. All of my senses come alive when introduced to holiday treats, warm fires, pine smells. Most of all, I love the quiet moments of contemplation.
When I step away from the frenzied approach to holiday celebration, my attitude changes.
I am grateful for a season each year to reflect on the birth, life, and subsequent death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I find each Christmas that these events are even more meaningful to me as I have struggled and loved, lost and gained, journeyed and enjoyed through another year. The more I experience in life, the more I feel my utter dependence on my Savior. I love Him.
My favorite way to celebrate Christmas is with thanksgiving and reverence.
