The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year?
- Friday, December 20, 2013
"It's the most... wonderful... time... of the year…"
"Yeah, right," I thought to myself as I dodged the car cutting across traffic to "share" the left turn lane that I occupied.
For some reason, the joy of Christmas had escaped me this day, but I could never let my feelings of irritation and exhaustion show. I am a Christian, after all! It's Christmas, and this should be a season I feel and look happy. So why didn't I?
I made a sharp turn and quickly traded my thoughts for a parking place at the grocery store. Once in the store, I began the relentless hunt for the items on my detailed list. The annual Christmas gathering would be on my shoulders...once again. Pity and disdain sank deep in my heart. Then the thoughts began. "Why do I always have to work so hard at Christmas time? No one really appreciates all I do to help make their holiday special."
I perused aisle four for a case of water while thoughts of pity swirled like a dust storm. "If my husband would shop with me, I wouldn't have to lift these heavy cases of water all by myself." I stooped to reach a case of water on the bottom shelf. That's when it happened. As if God Himself were illustrating life lessons on aisle four of that store, I looked to see another lady reaching for water. While each of us struggled to lift the heavy cases, there were two noticeable differences between she and I. One - she was wearing a smile. Two - she was missing an arm. As if God whispered, "Be grateful, Shannon," I quickly turned toward my basket so she couldn't see my tears.
Knowing time was short and my list was long, I replaced my tears with a face of bravado, and pursued the task at hand. After paying for my groceries, I raced to the parking lot and threw open the hatch of my SUV. Brown bags flew like rockets through the air. That's when the thoughts returned. "Here I am again investing in lives of kids. Most of my life has been spent investing in children as a teacher and counselor, and tonight, I am a voice teacher giving a concert and party so parents can see how great their children are doing. Does what I do really matter? Is all this effort really worth it?" Pausing, I shook my head and walked to the driver's side door. As I unlocked my door, I suddenly heard screams from the parking space next to me. It was the unmistakable tone of an irate mom. "What is the matter with you?" the mom yelled in disgust. "What are you thinking? How can you be so stupid?" she continued. Expecting to see the face of a teenager, I glanced in horror as a three-year-old sat strapped in a car seat. Part of me wanted to yell "stop it," and part of me wanted to cry. I opted for the latter as I watched her take the child from the car seat and walk in the store. This time, God moved His reminders from aisle four to the parking lot. "Shannon, those who love children always make a difference. Children need to know they are important." God shifted my focus from pity to power. Little did I know, He would re-focus my attention not once, but twice more that day.
As I started the car, I thought about the mom and her child then thought of my own son. As quickly as my focus could change, it turned, once more. Does that mom know how blessed she is to have a son to take in the store? I won't even see my son for Christmas this year. He serves our country as a Commander in the Air Force and he has limited time to spend with family. If only she knew how well she has it. As pity tried desperately to rear its head once more, I looked out the windshield at the car parked in front of me. As the doors of the car opened, not one, not two, but three soldiers dressed in full uniform emerged from the vehicle. If I had any mascara left on my eyes, I finished it off right there. Once again, I heard God whisper to my heart. "Shannon, many soldiers are serving and some are no longer here to share Christmas with their families. They made the ultimate sacrifice. Be grateful." Tears streamed down my face as I watched the soldiers walk through the sliding doors of the store. The store God used to refocus me on THE reason for the season.
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