Have you ever thought of filling your own stocking? We did and we do! Every Christmas Eve my husband and I go to one of our favorite upscale grocery stores, the kind that serves complimentary coffee, plays soothing music, and offers foods and other treats by the bin full that you can find nowhere else in the city. We each grab our own cart then stroll around the store sipping our coffee and picking up anything that suits our fancy, or rather appeals to our taste buds. We are gathering what we will have in our OWN stocking. Why be totally surprised Christmas morning? Why be disappointed that you didn’t get the chocolate covered espresso beans? Why miss out on those ripe fresh cherries you love so much? Get them and give them to yourself!
OK, where is the fun in this you might ask? You get what you want; you don’t get what you don’t want; you can get all things chocolate if you so desire; you can try something new. It’s also fun to meander around the store with other stuffers knowing they don’t know your secret to stocking heaven! Sometimes the cider pot is also out and ooh yes, free samples of caramelized walnuts! Never had them, never thought about them, never will wonder again … ooh la la!
This particular establishment also stocks goodies from childhood memories, like ribbon hard candy, bridge mix, gold wrapped chocolate coins, chocolate covered raisins, pistachios, and toasted salted pecans. It’s a walk not only down the aisles, but also down memory lane. I also visit the produce section to salivate over fresh pineapple, pears, tangerines, grapes, and of course my favorite cherries.
Satisfied my stocking will not only be filled, but also overflowing, I make my way to the cashier where my husband is waiting for me. We switch bags and pay for each other’s goodies. Beaming with happiness, joy, and anticipation, we gather our parcels and head for home.
Dear Lord, what lesson can I learn from this yearly self-indulgence? What we treasure is personal; some desires can be fulfilled; joy and happiness come from a place only the individual knows; and childhood smells, tastes, remembrances last a lifetime.
Only You, my Heavenly Father, know best what I need, as well as my desires. You want only Good for Your children and know how to give those precious gifts. Fancy stores with warm enticing smells can never compete with the Good You want Your children to have. I thank You, Dear Lord, for my life, my health, my family, my friends, my freedoms, and yes my limitations. My stocking need not be filled to the top to be just exactly what You know is my Good. Thank you for the many gifts and blessings You have given me not just on one special night, but every moment, breath by breath! I am satisfied: pleased, delighted, indulged. Thank You and Bless You for all my many gifts. Amen
Satisfied with Jesus
E. G. Masters, pub.1897
I’m satisfied with Jesus, He’s everything to me;
He saved my soul from torment, and awful misery;
He gave me peace and gladness, yea, more than I deserved,
And since my Savior found me, Him I have gladly served.
I’m satisfied with Jesus, and I will tell you why,
He sanctified my nature and fitted me to die;
He filled me with His glory, and leads me every day,
And keeps me now from falling, and in the holy way.
I’m satisfied with Jesus, I find He’s all I need,
He healed my soul and body, and makes me whole indeed;
He gives me food and raiment, yes, all I eat and wear;
He beareth all my burdens, my sorrows, and my care.
I’m satisfied with Jesus, whatever He may do,
And this same satisfaction is waiting now for you;
I’m satisfied with Jesus, wherever I may be,
And, while I now obey Him, He’s satisfied with me.
Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas. ~Peg Bracken
Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself … ~Norman Wesley Brooks, “Let Every Day Be Christmas,” 1976
May Peace be your gift at Christmas and your blessing all year through! ~Author Unknown