Ever feel like everything is coming at you all at once?
Like you need an umbrella to protect yourself from all the things falling down on you?
All the demands. All the to do lists.
All the pouring out when you are empty. The weariness.
Staying up until 2 am finishing wrapping and addressing Christmas cards that should have been mailed weeks ago. Baking and shopping and Christmas traditions you feel you just hafta do. You feel empty. Weary. You feel you are missing the spirit of it all.
Year end reviews at work, preparing for the coming years sales goals and marketing plans. Stressed out clients yelling. Grocery store runs for that one item. Pregnancy exhaustion. Sick kids. Juggling the babysitters calendar between you and your husband. Vacation days are gone. Who is going where for what holiday. Baking. Cooking. Cleaning. A single digit bank account.
Consumed by it all.
Working every moment.
My brain is filled up with it all.
At 12:30pm Tuesday my out of office will be turned on for five days of glory. Five.
I'll walk in the door to my sweet, chunky cheeked toddlers and drop all my bags. I will finally get eye to eye with them. Take in this Christmas joy with them. Let down my burdens for a few days and breathe in deeply these people, these gifts, these feelings of love and grace and glory. This Emmanuel, God with us, who is everything I long to be and everything I need. Deeply I'll breathe. Deeply.
Momma, I implore you to turn your out of office on with me.
Set a time and date.
Put down your burdens.
Let go of some demands.
Pinterest will not be at my house this year.
Every cookie need not to be baked. Just a few simple gifts is enough.
The world will keep spinning if you don't send out cards this year.
Hide in the shadow of His wings for a few precious days.
From the demands, from the worry, from the never ending junk. Hide. Live with Him and drink Him in, all His glorious gifts this Christmas. Let Him love on you. Rescue you. Strengthen you. May He give you new eyes, invigorated spirit, fresh love for your family. Let Him consume you. Not the stuff. Him. Let hiding under his wings be His gift to you this Christmas. Snuggle up to Him. Hide. Refresh. Rest. Restore.
Honestly with love,
Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings.
Each will be like a hiding place from the wind, a shelter from the storm, like streams of water in a dry place, like the shade of a great rock in a weary land.
How precious is your steadfast love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.