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Those Christmas Lights

Those Christmas Lights

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Christmas Lights from Flickr via Wylio I’ll just come right out and say it:

This has been, so far, the most un-Christmas-y Christmas of my 42 years that I can recall.

I have barely decorated my house. I have done zero Christmas baking. Work has been so busy not even my boss’s boss has said anything about the lack of decorations there (save for two Christmas gift poinsettias).

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Up above candles on air flicker Oh, they flicker and they flow*

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My dad just got out of the hospital after a two-week stay where diagnoses and theories were tossed about. Just when we would think we knew what path we were all on, another sharp bend came around to throw us all off course.

I’m not ready for my dad or my mom to be old. Not old like this because deep down I want them to live forever, to be forever here and healthy and strong. (Though I suppose all with loved parents want them to live forever, no?)

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And I’m up here holding onto all these chandeliers of hope*

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I’ve been trying to observe Advent. More accurately, I’ve been trying to truly meditate on and not just read an Advent reading plan from SheReadsTruth.com. I’m not sure how much success I’m truly having, but I’m certainly in a season of longing. So I suppose it fits on some level, this waiting for the hoped-for to become a tangible reality.

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Still waiting for the snow to fall It doesn’t really feel like Christmas at all*

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In the midst of all this, my church’s Sunday school department put on a Christmas program – something we have not done in a little while. And it was at the first practice I was a part of that I remembered:

Christmas isn’t about my feelings. It’s not about Christmas lights and goodies and baking. (Not to diminish any one of those things, to put a stamp of “good” or “bad” on any of those things I have normally participated in with a glad and a thankful heart.)

But on a dark night, into a world in need of hope and light and salvation came God – in the flesh. Literally.

Not in a way we necessarily expected. But exactly in the way we needed – to be a light, to give hands-on hope, and mind-boggling love and mercy and grace.

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Oh, Christmas lights Light up the street Light up the fireworks in me*

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So along with the many who have and do and will grapple with various things this holiday season, I hold onto hope. Hope for better tomorrows, for grace for today, for joy to still be known in the midst of less than ideal circumstances.

It was into such a world Jesus – Emmanuel, God with us – came, after all. And oh, what hope He brings!

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May all your troubles soon be gone Those Christmas lights keep shining on*

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*from “Christmas Lights” by Coldplay (you can have a listen below if you’d like)

Christmas (The Night Before)

Christmas (The Night Before)

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