I have always loved Christmas. My birthday is only three days before, and as a little girl I always felt so lucky to have it during the most magical season of the year. This year is extra special because of sweet B, and I keep telling myself to slow down and soak it all in this first Christmas.
But the closer we get to Christmas, the busier the season seems to get. Traffic is absolutely madness. Stores are packed. Leaving the house for any reason with a baby makes me feel like I have to have multiple errands lined up just to make the trip worth it. I'm not stressed out, as funny as that sounds. I like the busyness, the bustle, and getting out of the house to join the world for a minute (the cabin fever is strong over here.) I feel productive, like the more I cram in, the better the day. But the reality is that I'm not slowing down when I'm cramming everything in. I'm not soaking anything in - I'm skimming right over it.
Having a baby has really challenged that part of me that wants to hurry and get it all done. Brooklyn's on Brooklyn time. She needs me to hold her close when I feed her. She wants me to lay on the floor and talk to her while she kicks and coos. She can only take so much errand running, as much as she likes to nap in the car, eventually those little legs will need to stretch. Of course, the minute she's in my arms, there's literally no place I'd rather be.
I think the older I've gotten, the more I've become a "Martha" (and if you speak Christianese, you'll feel me on that immediately.) There's a story in the Bible of when Jesus visited the home of the two sisters Mary and Martha (Luke 10:38-42). Mary spent the time during Jesus's visit at his feet, listening to his teachings. Martha was busy keeping the house in order for her guest. I can totally understand Martha here - she's opened her home up to the Son of God, and she wants everything to be perfect for him. She's not necessarily being selfish in her actions. I think she truly believes that what she's doing is good and what God would want, but Jesus stops her and he's like "Martha, there are more important things in life. Slow down, and come talk with me."
As a wife and a new mom, this lesson seems to hit home more than ever. When I'm out picking up gifts for loved ones, getting groceries for dinner, and trying to get the laundry put away, it's done out of love for my little family. But it's 10x easier for me to be running around, because of my nature, than it is for me to slow down, and really listen to what God has for me in this season of life. I want nothing more, at the end of the day, than to stop and listen at His feet. I just get caught up; the Martha in me is very busy.
So isn't it fitting that once in Bethlehem, a little baby came to us, and taught us how to slow down and see the eternal instead of the temporary? He is so good. In the chaos of so much brokenness in our world, He is still good.
"For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace. There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace..." Isaiah 9:6-7