Where are you Christmas

Where are you Christmas? Why can't I find you?

Why have you gone away?  Where is the laughter you used to bring me?

Why can't I hear music play?  My world is changing I'm rearranging, Does that mean Christmas changes too?

where are you Christmas?  Do you remember, the one you used to know?

I'm not the same one, see what the times done, Is that why you have let me go?

Christmas is here, everywhere.  Christmas is here if you care.

If there is love in your heart and your mind you will feel like Christmas all the time.

I feel you Christmas, I know I've found you, you never fade away.

The joy of Christmas stays here inside us fills each and every heart with love.

Where are you Christmas, fill your heart with love!

 

It is no secret that I can't find my Christmas spirit.  At one point I thought I would be content not having IT.  I could still do my part and just get through Christmas!  But the more I see people that actually have IT, I realized I don't want to just get by!  I don't want to just get through Christmas!  I want to have that Christmas spirit.  I want to be that light at Christmas that someone else sees and they say, "Ooooh Oooooh I want THAT Christmas spirit that she has!"  As I struggle and search to find it I hear a song by Steven Curtis Chapman "Christmas is All in the Heart".  So I searched my heart.  And do you know what I found?!  I have Christmas there!  In my heart!  I just can't seem to get it out!  Everytime I try, it comes out like Christmas used to be.  And I don't want that Christmas-how it was!  So instead of making it different I just decided not to do it at all.  So thats where my Christmas spirit is.   I found it!  It's trapped inside my heart, held hostage!  And I don't know how to let it out!  Thats my dilemma now!  Not where is it?  But how do I get it out of there and out here!?  Out here in the world where it needs to be.  Jesus said to love one another.

John 13:34-35

A new command I give you, love one another as I have loved you, so you must love one another.  By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.

 That's what's in my heart, that's my Christmas spirit.  Love.  How hard is that to give away?  Sounds easy, but not always received.  When love came down over 2000 years ago people weren't receiving then either, but He didn't give up.  That's my goal for this Christmas season.  To love and not to give up!  So many don't know love.  A simple kindness that costs you so llittle but yet can mean so much to someone!  That's the Christmas spirit longing to be released from my heart- its hideing place.  And I know in gods time it will happen.  I am not a patient person, but I am obedient.  So I wait.  God is good and He wants me to have that Christmas spirit that's in my heart, but what He really wants is for me to share it with you!  So brace yourself because when it hits me watch OUT!  Cause I know it will be explosive!  That's just how God is-explosive!  And when it finally hits me I will be the Christmas bomb I have wished for!

What love sees(Mac Powell)

Blessed are you as you weep on your knees

With perfume and tears washing over My feet

And blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind

Calling for mercy when I'm passing by

Blessed are you, shaking your head

At two tiny fish and some bread

And blessed are you as you tremble and wait

For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace

Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you

Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

Blessed are you, walking on waves

To find yourself sinking when you look away

Blessed are you, leper, standing alone

The fear on their faces is all that you've known

Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave

Your last shiny coin to Yahweh

Blessed are you with your silver and lies

Kissing the One who's saving your life

Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you

Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised

And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

I see what I made in your mother's womb

And I see the day I fell in love with you

I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance

I see My Father's fingerprints

I see your story, I see My name

Written on every beautiful page

You see the struggle, you see the shame

I see the reason I came

I came for your story, I came for your wounds

To show you what Love sees when I see you