So for about thirty years now (yes … before I was born), I’ve been doing this little tradition. Just me, myself, and I are involved in this little reoccurring thing. This year, I’ve decided to let you all in on my little “thing” I do. Mostly because this world is just full of yuckers and we need a little hope and a little nudge to believe in the impossible.
This thing I do is called the “Big Girl Christmas List.”
Each year, I pick three things that are presents that I’d love to get. Little things. Little “happies” that send my heart soaring. It might be that fun little pair of boot socks that I keep seeing my BFF sport around. It might be that tiny little bracelet, that I can’t let myself purchase or a book that I’ve been dying to read. It might even be a bottle of Bailey’s to spruce up my Christmas coffee.
Then, I move on to three more things. This is where the Big Girl Christmas List gets a little more complicated. These are more between me and God. It might be that wish for a family member to come to Christmas this year. It might be to be courageous about that thing that I’ve been to scared to try. It might be for that country that is in turmoil to finally find some peace.
BUT it’s always about the impossible. You see, I learned a long time ago, that Christmas is just a big ole heaping pile of impossibilities.
We have a virgin having a baby.
We have God’s son entering the little tiny body of an infant.
We have angels singing throughout the heavens.
We have peeps following stars to find their Savior.
Y’all … Stop right now, sit down, and let that all sink in.
God loves us so much he did ALL of this for us … every single tiny little detail. I’ve been looking at my Christmas tree with such hope and such humility this year and keep asking, “What could I possibly bring this Christ child this year.” And I’ll be honest… it’s had me a little nutso.
The other day, I ugly cried over having to throw out old chicken, because I knew others were so hungry. It was an innocent mistake. I cringe when the kiddos’ Christmas list goes beyond three things, because they are so lucky … perhaps TOO lucky and TOO blessed to appreciate all of the “things.” My husband is probably going to start sneaking chill pills in my breakfast at any time now.
Then I remembered the Big Girl Christmas List. That’s what I can bring Him. That’s what I can offer my King. I can remember!
I can remember that this season represents the impossible. This season, from beginning to end, is a miracle wrapped in a riddle with a big ole’ bow made out of grace.
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And I can pass that on to my children. Instead of my head spinning around and around and green stuff spewing out when they list 432 things they want for Christmas, I can ask, “What could you give Christ for HIS day?”
Instead of buying all the things, I can choose to only buy what my children will really play with and things that they really need and then also buy some items for children in need.
Instead of cooking all the things, I can make what we will eat and then offer assistance to a local shelter or organization (whether through service or monetary donations).
I can “adult” better this holiday season. I’m just certain of it.
And most importantly, I can trust…
I can begin to trust Him with the impossible.
And I can begin to pray the impossible and believe the impossible and live the impossible.
Because this season is all about things that seem unheard of …
This season is about things that we can’t truly fathom …
It’s about miracles …
So I’m gonna lay my Big Girl Christmas List at the tiny infant feet of my Savior’s manger and truly believe again.
Will you join me in my tradition? What would be on your “completely impossible if we didn’t have a God that gave us sweet Jesus” list?