A Christmas Invitation for your Soul
Sweet
Friends, this is the invitation: the same
one for me and for you: “The herald of the King calls to you in this moment to
come away from the crush and the crowds, to come away to a space of stillness
to be ready for the coming of the Lord” (A. Voskamp, The Greatest Gift p. 210)
It
doesn’t happen automatically. Doesn’t happen without intention. As epic as it is, you’ll miss it if you don’t
lean in. I’ll miss it if I don’t lean
in.
The
“eucatastrophe” is coming… the apex of we have been waiting for. The
moment when hurt and distraction and longing and disappointment and death are
obliterated and the Lover makes his entrance…spectacular rescue, the battle
for intimacy fought for and won, the only satisfying
experience there is…that of Presence…rushes in like a broken damn. And all this in the tiny package of a baby.
“And even now, with tiny features
and dewy hair, He is great.”
Isaiah 9:6 (the Voice)
The shift
from Struggle to Encounter is only one long, deep, surrendered breath away.
This
is my path. From
struggle
to get the gifts secured, from struggle to get my work wrapped up, from struggle and fret to find a sufficient way
to prepare the heart of my family for Jesus. What if we in this family miss it? What if we tractor beam toward the sparkle and
the material and the excess and miss it? What a grievous loss it would be. It
panics me a little.
To
Encounter. “All
that is left in the closing days of the Advent road—the sacredness of His
presence saturating everything. You can
feel it now. Christmas becoming more. Becoming miracle.” (A. Voskamp, The
Greatest Gift, p. 212)
My path
looks like, for one thing, setting time aside to step
outside of my Christmas life and zoom out from the camera lens of my heart. That zoomed out position and posture
offers something I cant wrap my fingers around in the hustle of normal
life. My path looks like showing up in
my prayer chair or on my yoga mat. As
Rumi says:
Blades will sprout
where you do your work.”
My
path, the “work” I do and where Christmas blades grow satisfied, looks like
showing up and slowing down. And I trust.
Things always soften, always give way, always loosen up, when I do the work
of showing up and wait patiently.
Trust
with me. Show up. Wherever that spot is
that your soul habitually softens when you arrive. Show up. And feel “the sacredness of His
presence saturating everything.” When
you go out from there, even the hasty wrapping and the washing of dishes and
the disciplining of children become holy moments. “You can feel it now. Christmas becoming more. Becoming miracle”
Thank
you for sharing a passion for the fight for wholeness and thriving with me. You
are a sister. A brother. You. Are. Loved.
Oh, Come let us adore Him.
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