Merry Christmas!


From me and mine, to you and yours… Merry Christmas 🙂

May this season be blessed as you celebrate the Saviour, and enjoy the closeness of family and friends. Praying for moments of peace and joy in the midst of the hustle and bustle!

As for me, I’m on my way home for Christmas. This train is doing its best to rock me to sleep, but the Christmas lights passing by my window, and the excitement of seeing my family on the other end are keeping me wide awake 🙂

Be blessed, friends!

‘Tis the Season…

I love Christmas.

I love everything about it: the music, the lights, decorations, goodies, giving gifts, seeing friends and family, and celebrating the birth of our Saviour.

But then it got stressful.

I don’t know how or why, but this week has taken Christmas from pure enjoyment, to plain craziness, and I hate that feeling.

There are two more Christmas parades to participate in for work. The last two… out of six. Thank God that after this weekend I won’t have to worry about those! As much fun as they are, those are weekday evenings and weekend mornings/afternoons that are leaving me running around, instead of catching my breath.

The list of church commitments is growing. It’s normal for me to be a part of our instrumental ensemble each year, but this year I’m also involved in the vocal ensemble. And as a Sunday School teacher, my class has to prepare a presentation. So there are practices, and performances, and nursing home visits. All good stuff, but right now… it’s just adding.

And the shopping. I love giving gifts- it’s one of my favourite parts of Christmas. And this year, I was all about being pro-active; planning ahead, starting early, and buying a lot online. But now, one of the things I was most excited about, the gift that my sister and I were planning to give our younger siblings, has fallen through. Not only is that fairly disappointing, but we’re left scrambling at the last minute.

Then there’s the family. My dad was admitted to the hospital on Tuesday evening after having a minor (very minor) stroke. It’s nothing super serious at this point, just a wake-up call for his doctors that they need to re-evaluate the medications he’s on for managing some other health issues. But of course, it adds stress and worry.

I hate that the season feels this way for me right now.

But then last night I led the time of worship for our small group. And at the end, as I was praying to close, I was so humbled again by the thought of Jesus coming to earth in such a lowly way. He was the epitome of humility, and yet He was the Son of God, who would rend the veil and allow us communion with our God and Saviour. That’s what I want Christmas to be about for me. I don’t want to complain, I don’t want to stress… I just want to revel in the glory and mercy of God.

Easier said than done, yes. However, that’s the meditation that I want to fill my heart.

Not how stressful the season is.

But that HE is.


I rushed out the back door of my building and headed towards my car.

Another morning spent hurriedly preparing for the day.

I got in, tossed my bags onto the passenger seat, and turned the key into the ignition. After shifting my car into gear, I reached to turn on the radio.

News? Or Christmas music? Definitely the music.

But before my finger made contact with the power button, my hand stilled.

Just be still. For these all-too-short minutes, listen to the One who covets your heart.

And so I did.

Those next fifteen minutes, I allowed myself to rest in communion and prayer as I headed towards my busy day.

Then at the end of the day, when I was ready to head home, it stayed quiet.

And He spoke to my heart. I was encouraged, and strengthened, and reminded of how He is working in my life to bring honour and glory to His name.

I don’t think the radio has been on since.


In whatsoever state I am…

I told someone the other day that I am perfectly content for my life to be where it is right now.

Afterwards I wondered. Am I? Really truly?

Certainly, I think that would be true in the overall big-picture. I love my job, I love where I live, and I have a comfortable schedule with too much time to myself.

I know where I fit.

But in light of the area of my life that this person was pointing at, am I content? Or am I hiding?

Would I actually be ready for the change if it knocked on my door tomorrow?