The best Christmas gift

Last night at 1:52 a high-pitched toddler voice jolted me awake.

"Where are you mama?  Where ARE YOU MAMA!?"

My two-year-old's screams came from the living room.  Trying to find me, she was lost.

As I sat rubbing her back, wrinkling her new red and white Christmas reindeer pajamas, I wished I could take her fear away.  Even when I physically touched her and repeated, "Mama's here, mama's here, mama's here.  Everything is going to be okay," it took time for her to stop crying.

Why couldn't she notice, take a deep breath, calm herself and realize she had exactly what she wanted?

In this season of Advent--and all year round--I get in a funk from time to time, drowsy from the cares of day-to-day life.  I find myself asking. . . where are you God?  Sometimes even, Where ARE YOU GOD?

God is all around us, daring to shine through people and situations--even hard ones--right in front of our eyes.  God didn't come as a book.  He came as a person.

So let's live gratitude today for the best Christmas gift, Immanuel, God WITH US. . . rubbing our back, daring us to quit crying, to see him physically with us saying, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.  Everything is going to be okay."

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful reminder on this Christmas Eve. Thank you, Evi!