Perhaps you are a little bit like me. No Christmas is perfect, especially when our human expectations meet the human actualities. Almost like a hangover…in some cases, a real hangover…the day after all the festivities can become a downer. Which gives the devil a tiny little foothold. Joy is fragile during times of attack. Looking at the scattered paper under a Christmas tree and looking for the manger with the baby under the scattered paper, I could not keep a melancholy from settling on me.
Knowing I needed to turn the focus away from myself, I read my devotional, found scripture that spoke to my current feelings, and wrote the following.
Perhaps it will speak to you, too, if you are a little bit like me.
These tools of the enemy
Gifts stacked upon gifts
paper and bows,
Expectations and emotions
Unable to make the gift that was wrong
Unable to clear mental clutter in the midst of
all the debris
Reminders of yet another
Christmas barely past.
Weary, worn travelers congregated
Where is the manger?
Where is the Baby Jesus?
Where is all that promised joy, peace, love, and grace?
Time to reflect
Refresh, remember, reflect
I will trust
I will not allow
Inadequacies, stilted moments, grief or
Become the big “D” tools of an enemy
Whose only goal since I belong to Jesus
Is to promote self condemnation,
Critical thoughts, sin in my life
So that I feel unworthy of the Savior’s Love
So I doubt His love for me
And fall into the Post Christmas Blues
I will trust in His unfailing love
I will seek His face,
Believe His grace
For unto US a Child is Born
Unto US a Savior for all the world
Unto US a Purpose and Plan
So I dig deep
Hope for tomorrow and Hope for today.