Thinking this over, even as I type these words, it could be that I have a job, and December is our most busiest time of the year, and I'm hardly home on weekends anymore.
Maybe because I'm seventeen and I'm not as freaked out over getting presents as I once was...
Whatever the reason, this time I am now more nostalgic than anything. Wisconsin snow what probably one of the best things in the world, and here all we get is rain rain rain. Where is the humanity? I don't understand...aren't we all dreaming of a White Christmas, just like the ones we used to know?I'm praying that tonight it will start snowing right as we're opening presents. Then maybe I'll be able to cherish this year a bit more.
Looking in retrospect, it's so fascinating to compare my various Christmas experiences. In different places, with different people, different Christmas sermons. More and more I just want to be there, with Jesus, in the stable, with Mary and Joseph and the multitude of angels. IT's so great to hear about it, don't get me wrong, but I just want to BE THERE.
What if I can be there? Right here, right now.
Picture this - here I am, sitting here with tossled hair and no makeup, and I'm witnessing the birth of Christ. AS I'M TYPING.
And what if, in the midst of this, I can know him, and I'm just there, and I can hear him crying, and I smell the stank of all of the animals, and I cringe cause it's kind of gross and that's the first thing this baby Jesus gets to smell as He enters the world for the very first time, as a human?
I think that's what He wanted, above all things, for us to be there.
I hope that as each Christmas comes, I can be there more and more. Just like He wanted.
Sigh...this is a nonsensical blog.
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Thanks for commenting my Blog! I now return the favor.
I had hoped being a mere 18 miles from the place of Jesus' birth would make me feel closer to the event, but in reality, the Cross brought all of us as close as we will ever be. Nowhere I go and nothing I do will ever get me closer than What he did. We have to quit striving (by we, I mean me) and just let it do it's work in us.
As a side note, tolerate your grandparents, K? I just saw firsthand how much Grandparents love and need their grandkids while my parents were here. My mom actually cried as she left and my mom NEVER cries. Not even when she had Cancer. Wow.
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