My daughter loves to celebrate. If there’s an occasion, she’s ready to create all sorts of festivities surrounding it. No surprise, Christmas kind of takes the cake for her. Every day, she’s either inquiring about our festive plans or creating her own. We nickname her the Count because she always knows how many days exactly until the holiday!

I absolutely love her festive spirit and try my best to encourage it but as an introvert homeschool mom of three, I welcome the days where nothing is on the calendar and find myself often at odds with her enthusiasm.

Christmas is no different. It’s usually a jam-packed month, filled with more opportunities to celebrate than we have time to fit in. The “no’s” are painful but sometimes the “yes’s” are equally so. I’m certain I’m not alone in the weariness of the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, nor am I alone in the challenge of seeing Christ as the Reason for the Season.

My social media scrolling today stopped me at a random post spoken towards mamas to stop and enter into their children’s enthusiasm over the holidays. Truth be told, I can’t even find the post again, otherwise I would share it here. But the point really got to me.

It’s not just my busyness that’s makes it hard to celebrate. It is so easy for the many burdens and sorrows and griefs in this world to overshadow occasions of joy and celebration. I’m at a stage of life where it’s normal for people I love and care about to be under duress of varied sorts and less normal for people to just be “coasting along” in life. If your hearts and eyes are open, grief and sorrow are every day realities not just for those across the world, but for your closest friends and families.

How do we enter into joyous songs and stringing lights when our hearts are truly weighed down and weary?

The invitation is for us to learn to enter into the joy of others.

God in His grace has allowed this celebration to permeate an entire month of the year across culture and time. God has allowed the world to be swept up into a season of joy and celebration. And we have an opportunity to ride that titanic wave, ride it high, let it beckon our weary hearts upward towards the reality that no suffering is too great to not find its hope in The Savior of the World. Get off the drowning tide for a time, allow your heart to hope, embrace the enthusiasm, let the joy of children and adults alike stir your heart towards wonder and praise, adoration and repentance. Towards Hope Himself.

Christmas is a time to celebrate. And this year, I refuse to miss it.

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining.

It is the night of our dear Saviors birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Til He appeared and the soul felt it’s worth.

The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoicing

For yonder breaks the new and glorious song:

Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angels voices

O night divine, o night, when Christ was born

O night divine, o night, when Christ was born.