It is so few and far between that I sit down to write on this blog these days. Today of all days, Christmas Eve, is typically the busiest day ever. Shopping, cleaning, wrapping, baking, family, and everything in between.
And yet, I have a few moments of quiet, which I love, in the midst of the bustle everywhere else. Is the rest of the world quiet, too? This is how it should be. The world is waiting.
I've read so many words in the past few weeks about how to be joyous during this time and how to also grieve if you're grieving, and how to maybe be able to do both if this is one of those years where it feels hard to be joyful. When it's easy to be joyful, it seems like it doesn't even make sense why we spend so much time talking about the hard stuff. And when there's hard stuff, all the candy canes and fluff and Christmas music seems stale. How come? Why?
There's a way to be in the middle of both, I think. Even if you're not grieving but if you're just living life. Life is a mixture of so many things and Christmas reminds me of that. I love Christmas for forcing us to stop from our lives that are all about us and reminds us that there is more in this world. Even people who don't 'believe' seem to stop and evaluate that there is more to life, and perhaps it causes them to ponder.
This season, though every year we run around until the last minute and Christmas cards don't always get done, teaches us that waiting is good and we aren't in charge. That there's something beautiful going on and that Someone came so we don't have to make life work.
The real reason I sat down to write this post was because I knew a little girl who went to go be with Jesus last year at Christmas. I know her mom well and I have been praying for them this year. It is true when people say there's joy that comes amidst hearts that are hurting and I am always reminded when I talk to my friend of the joy and happiness that exists surrounding the life of this little girl. I will always remember her and her smile and her love of the color yellow. Yellow is my favorite, too.
I had a book sitting on top of my bookshelf for the longest time called "The Persistence of Yellow" and it made me think of her every time. I love the juxtaposition of persistence and yellow. There is not always light, at every moment, but it is persistent. It always comes.
After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” Mathew 2: 1-2
We know that Jesus is the true light who gives us hope, even when there are things in this life we don't think we can carry alone.
This Christmas I am thankful for the persistence of this light! For Jesus! For coming and doing what we couldn't do ourselves. For God who LOVED us enough to send Jesus into this broken and hurting and torn up world so that we could fully live.