The season of busy is upon us. The season of unending lists, traditions to keep and expectations to meet. The season we’re supposed to abound in joy and believe in miracles. The time of year when time is the one thing we don’t have enough of.
The season of joy quickly morphs into the season of overwhelm and we find ourselves rushing from one event to the next, hitting store after store looking for the perfect gift. making lists, checking them way more than twice, wrapping gifts in the middle of the night, taking time to do everything for everyone hoping everybody will be happy.
Until January comes and you collapse!
In America, with our focus on shopping and going and doing it’s easy to forget why we celebrate. It’s easy to forget why He came. To dwell with us. To join us in our mess, to be with us in our day to day, both the drudgery and the divine.
The worst thing we can do is get so caught up in the trappings of the season we forget why He came. He came to dwell. Webster’s defines it like this: to live as a resident.
He wants to abide, live, hangout with us. Spend time with us as we take time in His presence.
No matter what you’re dealing with right now, no matter how crazy busy you are, no matter how full the calendar, know this:
He is with you.
He is never more than a prayer away.
Though the waters of busyness rage, He is the calm steady current underneath.
As the tyranny of the urgent pulls and tugs, He’s leading you beside the still waters.
As the list lengthens and the days threaten to drown you, He calms the storm with a word.