What Gives?

As we head full-speed into the Holiday festivities, I noticed a slight "hum-bug" creeping up into my attitude. Honestly, in theory, I love the Holiday Season. It means Egg Nog and Christmas lights, gifts and funny family conversations. But there it was, a dismal attitude forming like a dark cloud over me as my music stations became bombarded with "Christmas Cheer and Wishes."

So I stopped briefly before going to sleep last night and asked myself what my problem was. Honestly? It was this... "What happened to the baby J?"

Christmas was invented because of our Savior's Birth. And here I am fretting over social events and budgets for gift-giving. I think it seriously has started to get to me that we don't see Jesus much in the "Happy Holiday" seasons anymore. In fact, it completely bugs.

This time last year, I listened to a woman speaking on the radio about how she asks God every year in her prayers what HE wants for Christmas. She said, "I always get a very clear answer." She said she never shares with anyone what that is, so I'm not sure what kinds of things God puts on his "Wish List" for Santa (what do you get for someone who CREATED everything, right?) but I've started really thinking about what that woman said, and when I imagine trying to ask God what HE wants under that Tree Christmas morn', there is a slight nervous hesitation on my part that- uhh...uh.... He may ask of me something I can not deliver. So now here I am, purposely omitting His desires (him) out of this Holiday. Huh.

To me, Christ is everything. So how is it that all these years it hasn't even dawned on me to ask Him what He wants from me on His very own day?

The rest of the world may have forgotten about the Baby J... but this year, I pray that HE is in the forefront of my mind through every social, tradition, conversation, gift, and reason.

I hope he tells me what He wants this year. More so though, I hope I have the courage to give it.