It was 3 AM and Selah was awake. She refused to nurse, which she has literally never done before. We had already been up for an hour, and we wouldn't get back to bed for almost another hour. Not magical in the least. ·
All is not calm around here this Christmas season. It's not silent, it's not magical, it's not merry. It's a weary season.
We are so tired. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. Tired. Weary.
My heart wants to focus on that word: weary. But I won't let it. Because God sent a thrill of hope to bring joy to a weary world, and that's why we're in this Christmas season.
Maybe it's not like every other Christmas. Maybe my heart isn't in it and the decorations are barely up. Maybe I'm ready to take them down so Selah will stop trying to destroy them. And that's okay.
Because no matter how I feel, I know that my Savior came as a baby, was born in a manger, and lived and died to save me. And as Linus would say, "That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown." 🎄