My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Let There Be

Right about now is when we start feeling the pressure. The endless to do lists filled with holiday happenings taunt us that we are never going to get it done. That we are never going to be enough.

Whether the tree goes up weeks ahead in its Christmas glory or the night before with a few handmade ornaments, it’s still Christmas.

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Sometimes we forget what Christmas is. In a world of Pinterest perfection and holiday card smiles we’ve forgotten that Christmas isn’t a decoration just like salvation isn’t an ace in our pocket.

Christmas was a journey, a path to something unexpected.

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But sometimes we forget. And we are so busy looking for the jolly that we forget that it all started before it began. Even as the first “Let there be…” formed on His lips, He knew.

Because in saying “let there be light” he was already saying “let there be a baby.” He knew from the moment He started the hands of time that there wouldn’t be room in the inn and that there wouldn’t be room in our lives with all the tinsel and the cookies.

But still He spoke into the vast expanse and set a world, a life, a death in motion.

And when you feel like you can’t get in the spirit, and get it all done and get everything pretty and perfect remember that the stable must not have smelled too good and the hay was probably scratchy. Remember that there were miles walked and labor pains. Remember that she was just a girl and he a young man, and this wasn’t how they expected their life together to begin.

But it was holy.

And in the unfilled wish lists and the crooked tree. In the burned cookies and the party invitation that never came. In the empty bank account and the bag from the food bank. In the crowded store and the cards that were never sent. In all of the Christmas holiday, God is there whispering,

“Let there be light.”

 


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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I’m here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

9 Replies

  1. Sharon

    I’m your neighbor over at two link-ups today! And I’m so glad that I came by to visit. This post was so true (a bit sadly, huh?). For we all forget sometimes to remember – to remember what really matters and what really counts in the busyness of this season. My favorite part: “Because in saying “let there be light” he was already saying “let there be a baby.” This was beautiful! Yes, before the creation of anything, there was already a plan in place for our salvation.

    What an amazing God we have. And what amazing grace He bestowed upon us in a manger.

    1. Becky Hastings

      Amen!

  2. “Christmas was a journey, a path to something unexpected.” I love this – what a lovely simple reminder that with God in charge we can just Let it be 🙂

    1. Becky Hastings

      Exactly! Thanks for stopping by!

  3. Becky,
    What a much needed reminder of how Mary and Joseph’s experience was holy even if it wasn’t Pinterest pin-able….Loved this…Thank you…visiting from Holley’s 🙂

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Dolly! So glad you stopped by!

  4. So very true. He is there in ALL we do this Advent season. May all we do be about Him. Wonderful reminder!

  5. “But it was holy.” Yes, that’s what I want to remember too, Becky! Thanks for the reminder to not get caught up in all the other details–they weren’t picture-perfect then and don’t need to be now.

  6. The contrast between holiday and holy day is powerful for me. Thank you for this … and for linking up at #ThreeWordWednesday.

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