Tumult. Of late, there’s been a noticeable amount of it. Swirling near me. There’s angst and change at work, not for me directly, but close enough that I can feel it. There’s also lines-in-the-sand being drawn between oldest boy and the ex and little ones in the middle. Ugh.
Those are the thoughts that stir me awake at 2:00 a.m.
You know what I mean … that heart-pounding holy-cow-what-was-that and then you realize that was the sound of your brain – and heart – on overdrive.
What is it about the Christmas season that brings so much anxiety to the surface? Is it the expectations? The schedule? What?
Yesterday I found myself in a 40+ line of women-grabbing-one-last-thing-on-their-lunch-hour-it’s fine, I’m fine!! About 20 people deep I looked at what I held in my hand and laughed. Laughed out loud. Set it aside and walked out. Out. Out the door. I laughed harder in my car. Laughed like a lunatic with one tiny moment of sanity and drove away, far far away from the madness that can be … this time of year.
Christmas is coming. 2 weeks tonight. And I’m out … out of all of that.
Instead, I’m turning my focus back to what Dad reinforced for me one winter’s night in a stable far, far away.
Everything else? Not even a close 2nd.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. ~ Isaiah 9:6