It is one of those Christmas season days
that remind me that I need
That I need the birth of Jesus.
One of those tired and melancholy days.
Dotted with little springs of hope.
Like a snowflake on my sleeve.
Or a blanket of them on my deck table.
Or a little waxwing in my cottonwood tree.
I adore that little love note from God.
I have never seen a waxwing here at the ranch
this time of year.
But it was sweet tenderness to my spirit.
Amidst all the to-do lists of Christmas and this and that and . . .
And then my daughter has fever and flu-ness for two days.
But then she gets better . . .
yet I am exhausted and I feel guilty for my motherly exhaustion.
And I hear of a 13 month old with cancer
And a wife and mom living the day-to-day realities of mothering and loving
While her less-than-40-year-old husband takes cancer treatment.
And a bully-gremlin in my head says,
what right do you have to feel melancholy?
I still need Jesus for Christmas.
O come, o come, Emmanuel
~ God with us ~
copyright 2010 Jodene (Jodi) Shaw