Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I think I'm finally officially in the "Christmas Spirit."
I feel bad though, because up until now I was too stressed to really get excited about what Christmas is supposed to actually be about.
I feel horrible that it wasn't until all my gifts were purchased, wrapped, and under the tree that I could allow myself to see Jesus in this season.
This morning before I got up I gazed out the large window above our bed at the beautiful sky and the trees and fields and it made me think about Mary.
How she might have felt this day all those years ago.
Was she stressed? Was she worried about the days to come? Did she inwardly complain about the task at hand and wonder why God had chosen her? When she realized that she wouldn't be having her baby in comfort because there wasn't room for them to stay anywhere in town, did she worry that maybe she was in over her head with what God was asking of her?
Or was she calm, trusting in the Lord to supply her every need as she prepared to give birth and raise God's Son? They ended up in a barn. She gave birth to her baby next to dirty farm animals and laid Him in hay where cows and sheep fed. Did she worry then? Did she then question God's plan?
If Mary can go through all that and trust in the Lord, then I can certainly go through the holidays and simply praise Him for all He's done for me without worrying.
God is good. All the time. His goodness does not change depending on how convenient our circumstances seem to us at any given moment.
He was good and faithful to Mary while she was giving birth to the Son of God in a barn. And He will be good and faithful to all of us no matter our circumstances, too.
I pray that you find (MAKE) time to thank Him for His goodness this weekend. He is certainly deserving of all our praise. All the time.