During the Holdiday Season, starting with Halloween, yes, Halloween, the emphasis is on food, fun, and fellowship. What could be better? To my mind … less food, let-them-plan-their-own fun, and low-key fellowship. What a grouchy comment!
Overindulging means to have too much of something that is enjoyable. It also means to gratify the wishes of someone else to excess. Both definitions fit me perfectly. I love good food, silly fun, and being with people I know and love. But … I want to plan, direct, execute, and produce positive results from all my efforts, and most importantly, cooperation and appreciation from my loved ones who are the targets of my exuberance-the fullness of my energy, excitement, and cheerfulness. Within lies a deep secret desire for me to be surprised, delighted, and overindulged by whoever cares to overindulge me.
Whoa! I am a glutton.
Yes, I have the capacity to eat too much. I love eating, not to a gluttonous, greedy stage, but, I do love to eat. The definition also includes wanting a large amount of something, anything, and a vast capacity for endurance.
The holidays find me planning more, decorating more, cooking more, buying more, and wanting-needing-to do more of all the above. That’s where my capacity for endurance comes into play. Yes, I can work from sun-up until the cows come home. If I had any cows. I truly enjoy all the tasks I set for myself and am so very proud and happy with the results. Until I hit the wall. My body, mind, and spirit, finally have enough and I am overindulged and crying out in pain and pouring little food, fun, or fellowship upon my loved ones. Quite contrary, defensive, depressed, unhappy, and again, my husband’s word for me, unsnorkable. I am not fit for anything but crawling into a corner and diving into a not-so-private pity party.
What am I doing to myself? Why am I doing this to myself? Why can’t I just slow it down a bit? I know the answer to that one. I only have one gear-full speed ahead.
Okay, how to I put a stop this self imposed punishment to my entire being? God, you created me as I am. You say to come to you as I am. But, You also want for me to be transformed. Now, that sounds like I am not okay as I am. Now, Dear Lord, which is it? Forgive me for being so bold. Yet, You also say come into Your presence boldly. As my Father, as my friend, please help me. I certainly don’t want to question You. Heaven Forbid! I want help. I am my own taskmaster. I set myself up for a down that negates what this season is all about. Your yoke is easy, Your burden is light. Mine is just the opposite. All right. I desire, I yearn longingly for lightness of heart, a lifted spirit, and a laugh that is genuine.
Dear Father, take my busy hands and hold them still enough to grasp Yours. Take my thoughts and turn them toward Your Peace. Take my actions and slow them down enough to really absorb the true overindulgence which is the Joy of the birth of Your Son, Jesus, and the awe and wonder of the event that changed the world forever. Amen
Romans 12:2 And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.
Hebrews 4:16 Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
Matthew 11 28-30 Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me; for I am gengle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.
Psalm 46:10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
Luke 2:12-15 And this will be a sign for you, you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the anel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace amont those with whom he is pleased!” When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go oer to Bethlehem and see this think that has happened, which has happened, which the Lord has ade known to us.
O Little Town of Bethlehem
Lyrics: Phillips Brooks
Composers: Lewis Redner and Ralph Vaughann
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love
O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the King
And Peace to men on earth
The wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven
No ear may hear His coming
But in this world of sin
Where meek souls will receive Him still
The dear Christ enters in
Descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin and enter in
Be born to us today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us
Our Lord Emmanuel.
Our Lord Emmanuel.