It’s Christmas Eve, a quiet Sunday morning here in my little town in West Virginia. I’m enjoying some coffee, the kids are still in bed and a psalm comes to mind.
This time of year, we’re focused on a lot. Buying the perfect gifts for loved ones, cooking that perfect meal, running here and there to see the kids in various plays, and if you are a church goer, you hear Luke 2 read over and over until you almost know it by heart. But, the Scripture I’m thinking of is in the book of Psalms. The last one, in fact, Psalms 150. It is 6 verses of praise. It begins with “Praise ye the LORD”, and ends with “Praise ye the LORD.” A part of a previous psalm says the LORD takes pleasure in His people. Blessed we are, and if we’re not careful, we forget that. At least, I forget it if I’m not careful.
I took my children shopping on the 21st. Stores were crowded, and I was all worn out by the time I got home. We looked at furniture, quilts, blankets and sheets, clothes, shoes and everything in between. We grabbed lunch at a fast food place but resisted the urge to stop at Krispy Kreme.
The next day, I baked a double batch of Santa’s Thumbprint cookies. Some of them turned out great, but I made them too big, so there weren’t enough to share with the whole family. I felt disappointed but too tired to do anything about it.
I have made a decision. This year, I’m not worrying about stuff I can see, touch, smell, taste or hear. I’m not going to think on what I could not afford to buy my children. I’m going to praise Him. I’m going to try to give Him the birthday gift He deserves and wants; my praise.
I’m hard at work on a new project. A historical fiction with a threat of romance, and the Lord gave me a Scripture for my hero. Psalms 116:7-8. “Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee. For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.”
He has dealt bountifully with us all, beloved. And, if you are thinking of that one person who hasn’t enough this year, then it’s probably time to be Jesus to them. It’s not about what you get but what you give.
I don’t have it all figured out, but I am thankful. I pray you are thinking on His bounty this year, too.
God bless and Merry Christmas.