Up Close and Personal . . .

Today, as I write, is Saturday, the last Saturday—and the last weekend—before Christmas. I suppose a lot of people will be out and about . . . in the grocery stores and shopping malls, or perhaps on their smart phone, purchasing gifts online. Others are probably at home, cooking and baking, or getting their house ready for family or other guests who are coming for Christmas. Nevertheless, it is undoubtedly a busy time for all.

And a means of becoming tired and exhausted . . .

As I was reading my devotional this morning, the scripture hit me—up close and personal. The author was writing about God’s tender care, using Isaiah 40 as her reference. She spoke of how the prophet Isaiah describes God as a shepherd (Isaiah 40:10-11), who gathers His sheep “in his arms and carries them close to his heart.” What a beautiful image those words create! And then, Isaiah continues with these words (Isaiah 40:30-31, NIV):

Even youths grow tired and weary,

and young men stumble and fall;

But those who hope in the Lord

will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;

They will run and not grow weary,

They will walk and not be faint.

Just what I needed to hear! Since I am still on cancer medication, which causes muscle weakness and fatigue, being tired, and a low energy level, seem to have become “constants” with me. This scripture was a good reminder of the importance of looking to the Lord for guidance—and strength. Especially at times such as this when we all are so busy.

It was also a reminder of where our focus should be as we wait for Christmas. Not on shopping, cooking and baking, and all the busy-ness that we involve ourselves with, but . . . that tiny baby, born in a manger in Bethlehem, while angels sang, and shepherds in the field trembled in awe and wonder—as they learned of the coming of one they had long waited for—Jesus, the Christ, Immanuel.

In all the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, may Christ be our focus—up close and personal—this Christmas, and every day.

Grace and peace to you,

Mary Emma

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