DEAR GIRL, IT’S CHRISTMASTIME
It’s Christmastime. How are you? Are you spending the next couple of days with people who love you, or is this year finding you feeling alone, even if you are with people? Did anybody ask what you wanted to find under the tree this year? Did you have fun shopping for people you’re close to, or was it stressful because you could barely find the time & the money to make it happen?
What was Christmas like for you growing up? Was it a season of feeling magic in the air, or did life look opposite from the movies with their family gathered around the full table & the perfectly decorated living room & family excited to see one another?
I ask because a lot of the time, we carry our childhood into our adulthood when our childhood was hard.
Even if you did grow up with Christmas feeling bright, has something shifted? Has the sparkle worn off a little? Is it harder to place your finger on the Joy because your heart is so close to pain? Maybe it’s yours. Maybe you’re carrying the pain for someone else. Maybe you’re just more aware.
You are not alone.
Can I let you in on a snippet of truth really quickly? Something that might help you feel more connected & less isolated?
Christmas is about learning who Jesus is so you can know who you are.
I used to hear things like that & think, okay, yeah, but I like the magic of Christmas. I like the hot chocolate & feel-good movies & music & decorating cookies. Why does it have to be one over the other?
Here’s the thing– it doesn’t. All of those fun things have the ability to initiate Joy, community, laughter, & rest. We crave those experiences because we’re made to feel those things. God may as well have said On day eight, He created hot chocolate, & it was good. The need we feel to separate everything that isn’t directly quoted from God in the Bible as less than is nit-picky. If you can experience the fullness of God while laughing with a friend over hot chocolate, I am so sure that delights God’s heart.
But if you & I don’t know who we are because we don’t know who Jesus is, all of the rest will leave us unsatisfied & discontent eventually.
You can not know Jesus & still decorate cookies– but what is meant to bring you a full heart of Joy will fall short, & we’ll be left wondering why we can’t ever be content.
I hope you feel loved this Christmas. I hope you are not spending it alone. I hope you laugh hard a handful of times & hold somebody’s hand at some point. I hope you eat something delicious, & I hope you hold your breath while you watch someone open your gift.
But even if your Christmas looks nothing like that.
God knew he’d have this Christmas with you, & he sees you. He adores you, actually. Everything good in you is his image reflecting in your soul– & he’s not asking you to change the broken parts before you can be good enough for him. Broken pieces are his specialty because he never sets out to fix you– he just loves you. He loves you more than you can physically comprehend. Even before you choose him back. That’s why Christmas exists. It’s all because he loves YOU. He saw the brokenness– the pain– the grief in your world, & he sent Jesus because it was the only way to restore Joy back into your heart.
Girl, I hope you have a very merry Christmas. I hope you know your worth is great & your seat at the table is irreplaceable– all because you are loved by a God who desires you with a fierceness.
Imagine this– knowing that truth so well that you live like it. Imagine living like you are fiercely loved every moment of every day– that you hold purpose & that your value to this world is unstoppable. All because God loves you. Because he created you for Joy.
Merry Christmas, Girl.