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Let’s see, Christmastime…

How is my life ever going to make sense? Met with my accountant about how we were doing. Meeting with some friends over a 2014 project. Beginning to get together with God over His plans for me for the New Year.  I guess I finally met with myself as well while I was in this holiday and year-end mode through the unlikely analogy of a disheveled living room.

Boxes all over the place, faux ivy growing out of those K-Mart-close-out plastic containers, strands of Christmas lights, some working, some not…a bit like life. Just when you think it’s getting brighter, some lousy little bulb takes out half the string. Do you spend the time searching every last one of those carefully-planned-obsolescent-never-find-the-right-replacement bulbs or do you take even more time and drive to the store where you find they are not on exactly on sale as your blood pressure rises because you feel like such a holiday sucker?

Where is that one ornament? I didn’t do the packing last year. Good luck.

Very, very, disheveled.

I’ve gone through this before. This daunting find-your-way-to-the-Christmas-spirit thing seems tougher this year. It’s later in December than I’m used to thanks to some ailments. My aching back whispers, “No one has your back.” I move another box anyway and inch my way toward some semblance of a tasteful living room.

It really is like life. It will eventually all make sense. Normalcy could be hidden somewhere in this next container. Yes! That’s where all the lights were.

The next day, the reinforcements arrive in the form of my mother-in-law. Her practical help, eye for tree-light balance and ornament savvy is like collecting two hundred bucks for passing “Go.”

Late that same evening, I return home and I can’t stand it anymore. I get a second wind and work until the clock strikes midnight. I feel like the conductor in Fantasia.  My orchestration of decorations makes me wonder how this living room ever seemed disheveled. When I open that last box, it all comes together with the unwrapping of a porcelain baby. I’ve been warp-driven into the Christmas spirit.

It reminds me of the recurring thought that my life’s end is like the deadline of the holiday, with all of the correct and collaborating necessities tucked away in some missing box.

Thank God for the last box.

 

 

“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 1 Cor 13:12

CHRISTMAS UNWRAPPED: TAKING THAT BIG FIRST STEP DOWN, DOWN, DOWN INTO THE CREEPY CORNER OF THE BASEMENT WHENCE LURKS THE CACHE OF DECORATIONS; “WHERE IS THE BOTTOM OF THE BOX?” THEN, “WHERE IS THE TOP OF THAT BOX?”;  IT ALL MAKES SENSE WHEN THE TREE IS FINALLY DECORATED.

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“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 2 Cor 3:18

“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 1 Cor 13:12

“Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is.” 1 John 3:2

 

 

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