Ladies, we made it! 

That’s right, Christmas has come and gone, and we are still standing—albeit a little more bent over from the strain and stresses of the season, but we did it. So, take a few seconds to pat yourself on the back before you jump into your New Year’s planning.

This Christmas, we kept it simple—a few small gifts for family and friends and a renewed focus on deepening the relationships with those we love. Honestly, I don’t need anything at my age, and my desires have shifted over the years from more stuff to more time, sweet memories, and a longing for relational intimacy. I don’t want to sound too sappy, but I am learning that all the stuff will lose its appeal. Yet, the meal prepared together or the laughter shared is the source of true joy. I’m learning to treasure the memories and the memory givers.

I took a walk this morning just as the light peaked through the clouds. Christmas inflatables still grace the front yards and twinkling lights blink randomly, outlining the eves of the roofs. But piled on the sidewalks and protruding from garbage cans are cardboard boxes and bubble wrap, wrinkled gift bags stuffed with tissue paper, the occasional no-longer-wanted yesteryear gift, and a random set of nearly new roasting pans. All the leftover evidence of celebrating the season. As I walked, I wondered how many memories were made. How much joy was shared? I know I’m sounding a little Scrooge-like, and I really don’t mean to. But, in all the planning and purchasing, the giving and taking, the celebrating and returning, are we losing just a little of the purpose of the season?  

I was reminded this year of God’s original intent for his day. It was his way to draw close to his creation. By taking on human form, he came to hang out with us. To build a relationship, to create some amazing memories, and to bring us joy. No planning pressure, no financial burdens from gift glut, no bent shoulders or broken hearts when it didn’t go quite the way we hoped. Just a desire to spend time and build a relationship, a deep intimacy only obtained through hours spent near.

As I finished my walk, I crossed the main road and headed towards the orchard. The sun broke out, a sliver of purple and red outlining the grey clouds of a winter storm. There were no Santa inflatables, no 10-foot-tall skeletons wearing Christmas wreaths, there was just a glimpse of God’s glory and this gentle invitation to spend a little time in his presence. 

As you begin to take down your Christmas tree, the garland from the mantel, and perhaps even a large skeleton from your yard, I pray you catch a renewed glimpse of the season and God’s invitation to draw close and spend time with you. And please never forget—the God of the universe loves and cherishes you. 

You are his daughter. 

His BeLOVED.

Be Blessed,