My usual December “Joy” is M.I.A. this year.
I know. It’s sad. I tried so hard to get it back but nothing seems to work. We decorated our house with all the Christmas-related stuff we own, my hubby hung Christmas lights outside, I blasted all kinds of Christmas music all day, everyday, I lit candles all over our house (I practically set our house on fire that we don’t even need heater on!) and we finally even put the Christmas tree up yesterday (yes, we have about 5 days to enjoy it before we leave town) since we thought maybe what causes it. But, no, my Joy is still gone missing.
“Jesus is reason for the season.” I tell myself that repeatedly and I know that for a fact. I cry over it. I AM thankful and I FEEL blessed.
So why is my Joy not coming back this year?
Apparently, I think it’s about me when clearly it’s not. Not really. I’m not going to explain and list the reasons why it’s not about me. It simply isn’t and I really need to snap out of it. IT’S NOT ABOUT ME. ENOUGH SAID.
I sometimes wonder if God ever thinks, “Oh, my! Right, yes, you’re so not worth my beloved, only son’s sacrifice. To think Jesus laid down His life for you!” I really do wonder sometimes. But I know for a fact that God never thinks that nor anything in this world including myself can separate me from His love. I know this because the Bible says so.
“Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” -Romans 8:39
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel…Shall come to thee, O Israel