I heard it crackling from the grocery store speakers this morning as I hurried through the tinseled aisles–that old song crooning about “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year.”
And, to be honest, I sighed a bit as I hummed along. ‘Cause the truth about the holidays is this—sometimes the hurry and flurry of the season can zap the wonder right out of me.
But that’s not how I want to celebrate my Savior’s birth.
I want to savor the joy of the season.
Hold the holy and still the hurry.
I want to douse the flurry and fan the flame of awe as I remember the greatest gift ever given on a holy night long ago.
I want to see Jesus in the faces that I pass and refuse to miss the miracle in the madness.
So, as I packed my bags in the trunk of the van this morning, I took a deep breath and asked God to slow my feet. And I paused to remember the lesson I learned long ago from a little boy who had discovered the secret to savoring the wonder during this most wonderful time of the year.
But that secret’s not really a secret. ‘Cause I’m sharing it over at The Mom Initiative today.
Hope you’ll step away from the holiday hustle for a moment and join me there!