It's the Christmas season again! I love this time of year, I absolutely love it. There is not one thing I dislike about the holidays. I love that people become joyful over the tiniest things. I love that you can smile at a stranger and wish them a merry Christmas.
More than that, I love that I can hear songs about Christ playing in Metropolitan Market. I love that everyone turns their eyes to heaven at some point during this season.
I was just reading over the Christmas Story (the Birth of Christ) and I saw a verse that I never payed much attention to before, Luke 2:14
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."
Wow. It says that His favor rests on us. On lowly human beings. Humans that continually mock his name and all that he represents. Humans who again and again lie, cheat, steal, kill. Hoe amazing that he favors us. What a glorious thing! He sent us a Christmas gift. He sent us love, He sent us favor, and He sent us His son.
As you go into this Christmas season, think about the reason we love Christmas so much. Its because we all give, we are all participating in giving to one another. Give a smile, give a hug. Just GIVE something.
Merry Christmas
Friday, December 10, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friends are a tricky business
You know those days when you are just so sick of people that you can barely stand it? Yep. It's one of those days.
It started out relatively nice, the sun was shining and I sat outside and did homework all day. Lovely, simply lovely. But then I start to hear the drama of all the girls that live around me and I just start getting sick.
Sick of the complaining, sick of the silly fights, sick of the boy drama. It's all rather sickening. But then I start to wonder why I have to be dragged down with all this weight, I mean, it's not my drama. So why should I have to deal with it?
Well, I guess because they are my friends. Yeah...they are. Despite them fighting over the silliest things and getting upset over tiny disputes I still love em. This is all part of being a friend. Putting up with their insecurities and dealing with your own at the same time. Listening to their problems and not expecting them to listen to yours in return. Nodding sympathetically when they unload their emotional baggage on you. Smiling when they need to know that you care. Hugging them when they cry and rubbing their back when they're hurting.
Dang. Now that's a job.
It's so hard to be that friend. It's hard to care when you don't want to. It's hard to love when everything in you wants to repel. It's hard to be actively involved in someones life when they could care less about yours. Friends are a tricky business.
But I'm thankful for them all the same I suppose.
It started out relatively nice, the sun was shining and I sat outside and did homework all day. Lovely, simply lovely. But then I start to hear the drama of all the girls that live around me and I just start getting sick.
Sick of the complaining, sick of the silly fights, sick of the boy drama. It's all rather sickening. But then I start to wonder why I have to be dragged down with all this weight, I mean, it's not my drama. So why should I have to deal with it?
Well, I guess because they are my friends. Yeah...they are. Despite them fighting over the silliest things and getting upset over tiny disputes I still love em. This is all part of being a friend. Putting up with their insecurities and dealing with your own at the same time. Listening to their problems and not expecting them to listen to yours in return. Nodding sympathetically when they unload their emotional baggage on you. Smiling when they need to know that you care. Hugging them when they cry and rubbing their back when they're hurting.
Dang. Now that's a job.
It's so hard to be that friend. It's hard to care when you don't want to. It's hard to love when everything in you wants to repel. It's hard to be actively involved in someones life when they could care less about yours. Friends are a tricky business.
But I'm thankful for them all the same I suppose.
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