I have to admit that I haven’t had much “Christmas Spirit” this year. I just haven’t been “in the mood.” There’s so much to do, and I’m already so tired. (Did I mention we followed the stomach virus with an ear infection?) I finally finished decorating but can hardly enjoy the decorations for the knowledge that I’m going to have to take them all down again. I haven’t truly enjoyed cooking because I know it means I’ll have to clean. It all boils down to two words: bad. attitude.
And, the root of it isn’t exhaustion.
The heart of the problem is a problem of my heart. I’m not feeling excited about Christmas because I’m not feeling in awe of it. Because Christmas is about wonder. It’s about miracles. It’s about grace. It’s amazing…and if I’d reflect a little more on that and a little less on myself or my dishes…I might not miss the meaning.
So, here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago (1997, I believe) at a moment when my heart was filled with wonder and I stood in awe…maybe it will remind me (and you!) of the wonder of it all this year….
You sat upon the universe
Held the world within your hands
Could simple love have made you choose
To take the form of man?
What glory, what majesty did you choose to rescind
When you came down to earth to take away my sin?
The stars which once you put in place
Seen from another view
From far below, and not above
Must have seemed so small to you
Your flesh and bone, your earthly shape
Could hardly hold you in
It must have been quite hard for you
To come from space to man.
I love your writing, Charlie! The poem is beautiful…and so is your honest heart.
Christmas blessings to you and yours. Love, Ginger o/`