Christmas was hard for me this year. We decorated and trimmed, not one, but three trees. We drank plenty of hot chocolate and ate candy and sang the songs more than ever before.
And it all felt like it sounds: secular and beautiful and surface. And I often felt like a character going through motions.
I didn’t have the warm and cozies despite the oodles of family and good things. I felt so off I even started an advent devotional- which sounds lovely but was truly an act of desperation, to find and cling to the Christmas of old.
We had a Jesus Birthday cake, but my December felt desperate for Christ.
My home needs to be saturated, not in Christmas decorations, but Christ.
Christmas is over but it didn’t end, it was just the beginning. January 1st was the new year, but Christmas is the new life.
And the only way to feel Christmas when 12 months roll along is to live in the depths of Christ the next 11.
So here’s to a new year, a new beginning Christened in a secular glow with a holy reality
Christ was born, Christ has risen, and Christ lives in me. In this very drafty old home, Christ abides.
So it’s about time I start seeing Him everywhere.