I know there are many who celebrate this time of year. Some celebrate the solstice, some Hanukkah and other celebrations.
As a child I was taught this time had no special meaning. I was taught all the logical reasons this could not possibly be the birthday of the Christ child.
As an adult i thought about it and I decided, who cares if it is not logical? It is a time to celebrate our Lord who came and took the sin of the world on himself. It also occurs to me that God is above logic. He can raise the dead and create a world (look at the intricacy of a butterflies wing and explain how that just happens!) over coming logic is easy!
So for those who wish to celebrate the birth of our lord at this time i post this.
Luk 2:1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.
Luk 2:2 (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
Luk 2:3 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
Luk 2:4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
Luk 2:5 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
Luk 2:6 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
Luk 2:7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
Luk 2:8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
Luk 2:9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
Luk 2:10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
Luk 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. For me that can be dangerous but in this case, it was not. I have spent much of the last several years feeling tired, worn out. As a mother of young sons years ago I felt that way. Then it was because I was on my feet chasing youngsters, stopping fights, cleaning, cooking and off and on working taking care of other peoples youngsters.
Five years ago I had cancer. It was not a big deal. Surgery took care of it with no “extra” treatments. I dislike when folks call me a “cancer survivor”. Cancer was an illness I had. It did not and does not define who I am.
I was however left with a lasting side effect that is sometimes debilitating. That side effect is fatigue. Some times I get so tired my arms are too heavy.
About a month ago I rejoined a group I used to be part of called Flylady. One habit in particular has stayed with me. It gets me through some tough days, though I admit there are still days when nothing gets done.
That habit is what I call 15s. Flylady says you can do anything for 15 minutes. This is true. I accomplish great things each day, 15 minutes at a time. My trouble was though that I expected myself to do EVERYTHING related to a certain task IN 15 minutes. It does not work that way. So I must often recite to myself, “I can do anything FOR 15 minutes, NOT everything IN 15 minutes”.
Another thing with the 15s that helps is to do them in a group. If I go off to do a job my tendency is to work on it until it is all done and I am worn out. This cascades through my day until my Beloved comes home to a lackluster meal and a wife incapable of a decent conversation. Doing the 15s in a group means some one is waiting for me to come back and chat for 15. It seems silly but the same amount of work is getting done, and I am NOT a frazzled worn out wreck at the end of the day! Actually I am usually finished with the days work, other than the supper and after supper dishes, by noon.
I do usually need to take a rest in the afternoon, usually around 2 or so. This enables me to be fresh and rested when my Beloved comes home from work.