It's kind of odd that the boys aren't awake yet. Used to be we would have five eager children all climbing onto our bed at shortly after 6:00 a.m. wanting to tear into their gifts immediately. Strange how as time passes, our appreciation for the gift of sleep increases.
So quietness marks my Christmas morning, and the peace that I long for. But I suspect this peace I feel does not come from the lack of volume in the room where I sit right now. In fact, peace doesn't truly come from the specific circumstances we find ourselves in, but rather the abiding assurance that God loves us, and He's always good. The circumstances of this Christmas season have not been perfect for many reasons, but I guess I wasn't hoping for perfection. I was hoping for simple peace.
I had 30-ish members of my family over for dinner last night (age of 4 months to 78 years). There has been much to do in preparing for this annual event including cleaning and cooking and finding the space to seat all 30 hungry souls. I was only three quarters of the way through my list before our first guests arrived. Soon my home was buzzing with all sorts of energetic activity. So much glorious clamoring noise and yet there was a sweet peace that settled over all of us.
You know...
I didn't get to frost the sugar cookies I baked earlier - just ran out of time. So a few of us decided we'd frost them together after dinner, while telling stories and laughing until we cried. And then we ate them with Christmas tea!
I didn't sweep the hall of those dreadful little dust bunnies before my visitors came, but the grandchildren quickly "hid" them for me by dumping all the toys out of the toy box with playful exuberance.
I couldn't find just the right Christmas plates this year, so we used boring, blue ones. Well they were boring up until they were "decorated" with hot roast turkey and gravy, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, vegetables and hot rolls all prepared by various members of my family and shared together.
I didn't get that one candle lit or that one Christmas light turned on- but apparently no one noticed. They were too focused on enjoying the Light in one another.
So in the end, every "T" was not crossed, and every "i" was not dotted, but it didn't matter nearly as much as it did when I originally made up my Christmas "to do" list. It seems as though peace does not come as a result of everything flowing along as planned, but rather by something much deeper. We are loved and we love. We have God, and we have one another. We have a hope and a future. We have Jesus.
I pray that your Christmas would be marked by peace that surpasses all understanding.
“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth…and from the fullness of His grace we have all received one blessing after another!”