I want more during this season of Christmas. I want more of everything. I want more songs, more food, and more fun. I want more lights and decorations. I want more cookies and treats. I want more. Selfish? I don't think so. And this is why.
While sitting here this morning, praying, I was reminded of my deep relationship with Christ. I want more of Him. I want to breathe in His presence. Fully. Deeply. More.
As I sing songs about His birth, I want more of that. I want more worship. I want to sing loudly for all the world to hear. I want more Christmas songs, and I want to freely sing them with all my might. Hands raised high to my God. I want more church. I want to think about Mary. I want to envision her, sitting there holding the little baby that would save her very soul. I want more of that. Love.
As I purchase and wrap gifts for my children and grandchildren--I want more of them. Grandchildren--not gifts. Or maybe both! I want to be surrounded by my family. Laughing, eating, telling funny stories. I want to give them the world. I want to shower them with gifts, money--external material stuff. Yep, stuff. I want to give them more. It makes me feel good. It makes me smile. It makes my heart happy to bring them joy. I want more of that. Joy.
I want more lights and decorations. More ornaments and candles. I want that feeling of soft and cozy while driving around at night peering into peoples windows. I want to see great big Christmas trees. I love looking at the creations of others. The talent amazes me. It gives me a feeling of peace.
I want more of that. Peace.
And, I want to be with my friends. During this time of year, I think about them non-stop. Are they ok? Are they happy? What if they're not? How can I help them? So, I pray for them. I want more of that. Praying. I want to spend quality time, thinking of them, praying for them and trying in some small way to minister to them. I feel their loneliness and sorrow. I want to tell them about a God who heals. A God who cares. A God who loves. A heart that prays, and cares, and loves. And hopes. I want more of that. Hope.
This time of year is about that little baby in a manger. And, it is also about gift giving and prime rib eating. It is about family and friends. It is about church services and singing Christmas songs. It is about all those things and I do not believe that there is one thing wrong with any of it. Why? Because more is more.
However, there is that still small voice--the voice of Jesus that whispers to my heart. Don't forget about me. And so I won't. I won't forget about Him. My Jesus. He is whom I want more of. More of Him. Because more is more. And I want more.
Yep, for me, more is more. More of Him. More of Jesus. More of acting like Him. More of living like Him. More of loving like Him. More of sharing my life--which is all about God-- with others. More of this. More. Just more. More of God. He is my life. My love. My joy. My peace. My hope. My everything. He is God. And I want more.
