I find myself this year stuck in a long dark tunnel with only a spark of light in sight. I have always loved Christmas. I love the hustle and bustle of the season, the shopping, the stories, the family, and most of all celebrating the birth of Christ Jesus our Lord. This year, I sit here two weeks from Christmas barely able to remember the true meaning of Christmas and none of the hustle and bustle done. And frankly, no desire to do the whole hustle and bustle of things.
I love to bake and I have yet to make a single Christmas cookie. I usually have multiple projects for various people completed or started with my sewing machine...again...nothing. I usually have an advent wreath with candles and the stories that correspond ready for my kids, again...nada.
I truly need a Christmas miracle. I feel like a scrooge. I don't want to help anyone decorate or bake or go shopping or wrap presents.
Ironically, as I sit here and type this post the song, "Where are you Christmas?" is playing on the online radio. I wish I put the joy for the season. Maybe it got packed away with the rest of the house and is sitting in storage. I desperately want to enjoy the season, I just can't figure out how.
So, here is yet another post that leaves me wondering what to do.