Monday, December 4, 2017

Sounds of the Season

"And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, 
and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten
 from the Father, full of grace and truth."
John 1:14 (NASB)

Jingle bells.

Singing.

Children’s laughter.

Hushed quiet of snow.

Sounds of carols, sounds of hand bells, wrapping paper crinkling. 

Sound of the Salvation Army bell ringing.

All the amazing and beautiful sounds of the Christmas season.

But for some, those sounds exaggerate already raw and intense feelings.

For this mom of a severely disabled girlie, the season is emotionally intense.

The sounds of the season bring the things that are already there to the forefront of my eyes, the forefront of my heart.

The emotions become exaggerated. The joys of the journey and the really sad parts of it as well.

The sounds of seizures become memorable – Christmas morning seizures that stop girlie’s time with family.
 
Ableism becomes more exaggerated, as events pack to the gills with no room for the disabled, for the handicapped, for the lame, for those who have no abilities in social situations. The neglect and disregard more obvious for those who might be differently created than others. No room.

Sounds of joyfulness and cheerfulness exacerbate the grief, in the deep places. Increasing the feelings of being alone. Increasing the sadness, not alleviating it.

But it all leads me to the same place, my deep and profound need of Jesus. The sounds of the season exaggerate my lack of Him in my heart and in my mind.

Hallelujah, the King is here
Given for all men
For today the holy son of God
Is born in Bethlehem.”
(Born in Bethlehem, Third Day)

The baby, Jesus, come to die for me, for us, for all.

THE Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, so I could see and hear and feel him.

So I could know truth, so I could have inexplicable, irreplaceable, beautiful joy, IN THE MIDDLE of the season, that exaggerates the hurt.

The truth of my desperate need of Jesus becomes a stark reality. 

I need the Hope that His birth brings.

I need the healing of heart that His death affords.

I need the transformation that His life provides.


Dear God, please come and live in my heart, abiding in the deep and saddest places. Please come and heal my hurts with your love, and my mind with your holiness. Please carry your daughter through the season of sounds. Thank you for bringing Jesus to this world to fill it with hope. In Jesus name, Amen.

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