Not All Right at Christmas

I’ve had a few meltdowns in recent weeks, worse than your normal bad day.  There’s a need for some time off from what I do day in and day out with the girls, but when it came around again yesterday, I decided ideals have a big part in it.  They float around my head endlessly.  I wrestle daily to master my hopes and expectations.

Outside Decor
 

One example of a current wrestle, among 50 others, is the whole Christmas thing. Santa or no Santa?  Gifts or no gifts?  Lots or little?  I struggle to land confidently, even if we as a couple have already made a decision.  I’m not comfortable with gray area. 

We’ve had Santa in our family without going above and beyond, but of course that’s relative I suppose. I think Emily has figured it out and might be pretending while the other two try to keep it going for her.  It’s fun.  Driving with her the other night, she was checking her list twice.  Her little voice whimpered from the dark of the back seat as she realized a new found toy wasn’t on her list, but was too late to request from Santa.  

Nativity

 
She was articulating the state of her heart, and everyone else’s, I presume.  I talked with her about our hearts constantly wanting something new, something different, something more.  Even after everything on our list, there will always be more to look forward to and wish for.  It’s an endless wandering and reigning in.  
 
Santa or no Santa, gifts or no gifts, my heart is always looking for the next thing.  Advent or no advent, Christ is not confined to Christmas.  He is alive and active, an ever-present help in the gray matter of my mind.  He keeps me sane, or brings me back to it.  
 

I’m not threatened (and I’ll need to remind myself of this tomorrow) by the commercialism nor the piety at Christmas. The story we call Christmas, is only a part of the whole and lives in my heart 365 days a year.  It’s the story that gives me hope and life.  The greenery will be packed away by New Year, but when I’m bogged down by the next set of ideals and feeling strained to get it right, I know who will be there to remind me He got it right for me.  

Candles

 

The story has never once been about me getting it right, or coming to the end of wanting something more.  The story, whether its December or June, has always been the rescue of my heart and yours, wrapped up in the trappings of a finite world, so filled with beauty, yet leaving us wanting for more and more . . .

. . . because there is more.  Your restless heart won’t let you forget it.