There is a lot of hustle and bustle interwoven throughout my day. Hustle is typically planned. Bustle not so much. Yet the hustle and bustle are the components which make my life beautiful.
Within the hurry and scurry there are these moments which thrust my heart into a rat-a-tat and my breath is snatched from my chest. Love is not always found in grand gestures or in extravagant trips. The vast majority of time it is unearthed amongst the hustle of a full time job, flipping a house, family gatherings, scrubbing the house clean, running errands, and keeping food in the fridge.
Love is to spend a day traipsing with family to multiple tree farms to find the perfectly plump and just-the-right height Christmas tree despite exhaustion and a stubborn cold.
Love is crawling between the sheets to a room already nice and toasty from the heater on full blast after a long night processing deer sausage.
Love is running out the door late to work and remembering you desperately need fuel if you don’t want to hitchhike to work on I-55 only to find a full tank and a debugged windshield.
Love is a living room and kitchen devoid of dishes and clutter after three days of full fledge sickness.
Love is driving by your home in the smack middle of bustle and catching a glimpse of your just perfect Christmas tree lit and sparkling in the window.
Love is a granted night away from hanging and sanding drywall to host a table for the Ladies Christmas Tea at church.
Love is a wink across the shop while you’re elbow deep mixing deer and pork for summer sausage.
Love is a night of Hallmark Christmas movies following an afternoon of football games.
Love is standing over the stove and hearing your favorite Christmas records playing in the next room.
Love is Christmas carols at church with an unexpected arm pulling you close to worship and praise the Christ Child.
Love is hustle and bustle squeezed in with the simple and mundane. In all honesty the simple and mundane express far more love to my heart than the grand and extravagant.
And at Christmas time love is a child born in Bethlehem in a lowly manger with livestock to witness His birth. Love is God giving His Son to the world over 2,000 years ago to live a perfect life that I might live and experience unconditional love and eternal salvation.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season I must make a concerted effort to pause and truly bask in what love is at Christmas. Love is Jesus Christ, God with Us ~ Immanuel. There is far more to Christmas than hurry and scurry. There is love and forgiveness of sins and a new identity as a Saint and no longer one of a sinner. This heavenly Christmas gift sent to earth in the form of a babe IS love.
This love is grand and extravagant. This love has saved my soul. This love sent at Christmas is not reserved for me alone but extended to you and to yours. Seek Him and you will find Him. Seek the Christ Child and you will experience what Love Is.
My life is beautiful because of this love. Merry Christmas.
“Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”
~ Isaiah 7:14 ~
“And behold, you [Mary] will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you hall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.”
~ Luke 1:31-35 ~
Musings of a Tethered Soul 