Family Christmas

At Christmas time we make a fuss.
Clean, cook, organise, deal with certain
family members, and clean again.
We forget why we do it.
Lose the joy we had as children.
Discover a whole month of stress.

I'm an adult now.
I've uncovered that stress that was
hidden from me as a child.
I disregard the 'Christ' and only think
about the 'mass'.
The mass of things that need to be done.

This Christmas my levels of anxiety
have mounted considerably.
I have been so busy with work,
singing and organising choir
that I've been absent minded
about the person I'm celebrating in song.
Ironic, isn't it?

Christmas is about joy.
As Christians we rejoice as one.
We praise the Lord as we thank him
for sending his son to bring us him.
To show us great mercy and love
in adopting us as his children.

I think the reason the friends and families
gather is to remember that we can be
part of Gods' family...
If we simply are humble,
accepting his grace.

My church family are people
that I'll never tire of spending time with.
Particularly at Christmas.
You see, even though we come from
different backgrounds, cultures, and
life experiences, in Christ we are one.
We are a great forever growing family.
Body and soul.   

Worth Mentioning

Sometimes I feel sorry for God.
He hears not just to my thoughts
and he listens not just to my prayers.
He tunes into even the childish whining
and ideal thoughts that no one really
wants to hear.

It must be like listening to a family member,
you know, that person in your life that calls
you up and talks to you on the phone for ages.
After which you look at it and marvel at how
long that call was.

The truly mindbogglingly thing about our
heavenly father is that he is, (believe it or not),
delights in hearing from us,
taking the time to listen to us.
Every time we want to chat.

Our God is not only worth mentioning,
He is worth mentioning things to.