It’s been a crazy 48 hours. Between preparing for the end of Sweet’s Pea’s school, locating Christmas gifts for both parents, friends, and teachers, and preparing to see family, I’ve barely kept up. Well…Truth be told, I haven’t kept up…
So last night, I fell asleep addressing Christmas cards to Sweet Pea’s teachers. With it being the last day her school would be open prior to Christmas break, let’s just say, motor mom took over when I finally woke up. Thank the Lord, I had carefully wrapped and placed out Sweet Pea’s gift bags for her teachers the previous night. There they sat at the front door watching the chaotic morning unfold. As I barked orders to my little girl, I rushed off the cards, fixed lunches because I had forgotten to do so, and threw breakfast down on the table (which by the way was leftover pizza from the night before). In a whirlwind, I sent them out the door with the additional burden of bulky teacher gift bags plus a pile of Christmas cards for the school’s faculty and staff. Whew! And they even left semi-almost-kind of on time…not too late! Pure relief poured over me as I shut the front door. My husband was almost to Sweet Pea’s school and I had opened the refrigerator to prepare my breakfast when it hit me. I forgot the cheese! What cheese you may ask? My husband and I had purchased special, beautifully robust cheese as one of our gift’s mainstays for the teachers. I had carefully placed the cheese in the refrigerator the night before to ensure its fresh delivery the next day. There, it lay carefully wrapped in the refrigerator. Not in my daughter’s gift bags. And certainly not in anyone’s stomach. Frantically, I called my husband’s cell phone. Being blind, I cannot drive. So how would I get this cheese to the school? I knew my husband could not turn back or else he would be late for work. A cloud of worry descended over me. Thank the Lord, I was able to convey my alarming mishap before Sweet Pea reached the school. Disappointment riddled my little girl. She had been excited to be the bearer of yummy, delectable slices of cheese heaven. What to do? I gnawed my lip. Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed. An idea glimmered. Maybe I could call a friend. So I broke all phone protocol and texted my friend well before eight in the morning. As I waited to hear back, I worried. My mind spun in a million different directions. I paced the floors and fretted. How on earth would I get this cheese to the school? And if the cheese didn’t get delivered before the teachers left for winter break, it would sit at the school and become mold itself! And then, in the midst of my flurried thoughts, I heard the still soft voice of the Holy Spirit. Don’t you think I can handle this? Don’t you think I’m big enough? I stopped in my tracks. Startled, the words echoed through my mind. Then I started to laugh. Big belly laughs. And as a smile stretched over my face, the mantle of worry dissolved and dissipated. For the God who created the universe, parted the seas, raised the dead to life, and sent His only Son to this earth in the form of a little baby boy, could certainly take care of my cheese. The absurdity of my little problem in comparison to all the things God has done, placed everything in proper perspective. Without a shadow of doubt, I knew with absolute certainty that the Big cheese has all my little cheeses. There is nothing He cannot do. Yet even though He has moved mountains and performed miracles, He cares about the small details of our lives. And He is good. As we gather to celebrate the birth of our Lord this Christmas, treasure His Hope, love, faith, joy, and peace in your hearts. Take time to stop and be still so you may hear His still, soft voice. And know we can lay all our burdens and worries at His feet, no matter how big or how small. For He loves and cares for each one of us that He sent Emmanuel, God With Us, so we may have life forever more. And for those of you who were wondering…Yes, thank the Lord and my friend, the cheese was successfully delivered! Hallelujah! Merry Christmas everyone!
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