Getting wrapped inside the arms as if saying that you are accepted – this is a place called embrace. Yes indeed, embrace is a place. It could be the narrowest yet the fondest. It sometimes won’t let you escape yet freeing. It could mean nothing at times but could never lose its worth. It pulls you in a place that feels safest – a place like home; a place like heaven.
“Every good and perfect gift is from the Father of heavenly lights who do not change like shifting shadows. ” -James 1″17
What was on God’s mind when He created you? Ah, gifts! And He didn’t have to go changing His mind upon giving you the gifts you have inside. He need not have to abort the gifts and even the dreams He had for you. God was very particular when he thought of what gift he would give you. He knew exactly what gift to adorn you. Each one has to be good at something.
For some, their gifts may already be blooming and for the others, still getting polished. And the rest, they are yet to be discovered. Like a buried treasure, we gotta dig deep for us to discover and bring out what wonder it could bring.
Here comes another time of year to scratch out a living. Besides, there are those who no longer feel like little children who used to be big fans of Christmas and who used to be unruffled by the arduous days behind this season. Tension and anxiety become adversaries that tend to take away intended joys. Minds run into questions as to how to get by this Christmas.
But consider for a moment to breathe as if our past, present and future difficulties have gone out of sight. And thereafter, take heart and be strong to face the reality of our troubles as if unafraid and unshaken. In fact, these troubles have already been overcome by the Savior who came to bring us Christmas.
So to friends, gazers and hearers, wishin’ Christmas be alright! Here are fun songs!
To have a light heart requires giving up.
I am not that person who is very good at packing things up before a travel. More often than not, I forget the more important things to bring and rather going excess in taking things I thought needed but not. I tend to worry about events I might get engaged to on that place I will travel to. I get caught in too much “what-if’s” – what if I would be invited in a formal gathering… well I think, it’s good to bring one other best clothing I have to look even better… would it be nice to bring all your favorite books so I can have a good selection on what to read depending on my mood…? And how about this bulky guitar I just need to bring to entertain myself…? And boy, to tell you honestly, I go back and forth from the closet to the traveling bag asking what to pack and not to pack. I am not really so good at this. But, my mom I think is. She can fit in hundreds of so many stuffs in a single traveling bag. She can find a corner from a hulking traveling bag just to put in another. Problem, though arrive in the airport. My mom and we, then get forced to decide what to give up to avoid the excess baggage expensive charges. We end up saying goodbye to the
There are things we aren’t intended to bear. There are burdens not designed for us carry. Jesus never wanted us to be heavy-hearted. Jesus would be happy for us to be rested in the purpose he has assigned for each one of us. So please don’t get into trouble trying to do too much forgetting the highest purpose God has ordained for us. God’s unique purpose for each one of us – this is the yoke Jesus wants us to carry together with Him. And this yoke is easy He promised “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” [Matthew 11:30] It is tailor-fit for whatever form of shoulder we each have. It is difficult to take an identity that is not us. There’s an invitation from our Lord to take the yoke purposed for each of us and give up our heavy-weighted pretensions.
And this Christmas, please…. Let your heart be light! This a song for you.
Breathing out. Letting your lungs vent unreservedly through those cave-like hairy nostrils. Sometimes caused by stimuli or just a voluntary act to express an emotion being roused inside. Or maybe letting out a revolution that’s casketed deep within. Comes out in a burst and at times with grace. Sometimes shallow. Superficial. Deep. Long. Maybe seeking serenity. This fuss has to be hushed.
Exhalation needs to happen for the weary. The thwarted. The burdened. The frustrated The disappointed. The disheartened. The relieved. The flattered. The placid. The losers. The saddened. The candid. The impatient. The secured. The unconcerned. The breath-taken. It comes when seeing the sunset. The stars. The moonlight. The beach. The gleaming blue sky. And sure it happens when spotting lovers from the eyes of the dreamer. It does happen: exhalation.
Never are these breathing-in-and-outs hidden from God and He cares about what you’re going through. You make them. God then hears them, counts them, and feels them.
Your sighs. No matter how heavy. No matter how silent.
“All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.” – Psalm 38:9
Adoration need not always to be loud. Praise need not always to be to full of words. Our worship need not always have to be audacious.
In the first place, God understands the deepest thoughts within us. Words would not even be enough to paint a picture of who God is.
He can hear our silence and can fathom the things our lips couldn’t utter.