The Magic.

Christmas Magic.

I mean if you haven’t figured it out by now – I love it. I’m literally all about it.

People bring me “Christmas” type presents all year long.

Sweaters.

Picture frames.

Little vintage ornaments.

I’m getting excited just writing about it.

But here’s the flip side of it – sometimes in December I get sad. I get sad because I know come January there will be an empty space in my living room and in my heart. Like a wave of blah just rushes over me out of nowhere.

Welcome to my crazy.

It happened last week. I was watching TV, and I looked over at Frank and said, “I’m sad. It’s almost over.” He’s been around long enough to know what I meant.

But in that moment God gently whispered to my soul. He said, “The magic won’t be gone in January, Daisy. I am the magic. And I am here every single day – all day long.”

What a beautiful, beautiful promise!

When the glitter is gone – He isn’t.

When the tree is down – He won’t be.

When the cocoa and cookies are finished for the season – He is still the reason.

Aren’t we glad? Aren’t we glad He is here 24/7? Aren’t we glad Jesus doesn’t happen just once a year? Aren’t we glad that we can celebrate Him and praise Him every single day?

He’s not just a December kind of God.

He’s a God that’s here for it all. And come January when the glam and the glitter have been gently packed away – He will still be right here.

Present.

Patient.

Perfect.

Peace.

“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you” (John: 14:16-17).

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