It’s the most wonderful time of the year…the hap-happiest season of all.
I have decked my halls.
I have trimmed my tree.
And my hair..(finally!)
Reminded myself my brother is comfy, cozy and at peace.
(He’s with Jesus, in the nosebleed section.)
I’ve gone through the motions and listened to Christmas music.
Yet I find myself … Blank. Empty.
Ho! Ho. Hmmm… ahem.
In a fog.
It’s cliché. Holidays=stress.
We neglect the “real reason for the season.”
I’m not stressing about gifts, parties, long lines or crowded parking lots. I’ve just been focused on recovery, food and me,me,me. I’m tired! I don’t want to spend my holidays that way. Gimme a break!
Guess what? There’s no crying in baseball.
No breaks in recovery.
What would that even mean? I didn’t know. I just knew I was weary.
I went to the One who gives rest.
I prayed about it for a few days. “What’s going on? What do I need?” Last Saturday I was brushing my teeth and He answered me. One word settled itself in my heart.
Gentle.
It became alive and flooded my brain and my soul. Out of nowhere. That’s how he does.
I felt an indescribable warmth flood my entire being…which is the best way I can describe connecting with God.
Gentle.
Like a Lamb.
I had my answer, so I set about the task of finding out what that meant…..
- Ever find yourself wanting a “break from recovery” even though you know there is no such thing?
- Are you in the Christmas Spirit?
