Early Christmas Morning
It’s 3:14am as I begin writing. You may ask: “Why on earth are you writing at this hour, Melissa?”
It’s the best reason, but if I fall asleep making the ham and Keto-friendly green-bean casserole tomorrow, this is why:
My 11-year-old son rushed to bed last night after carefully putting out cookies and milk for Santa and lettuce for the reindeer (since we’re out of carrots). He fell asleep quickly.
Oh, but this is his last elementary school Christmas and he’s way too excited to bother with sleep.
So at 1:30 this morning I heard him come into my bedroom with his Spiderman pillow and blanket and he announced – “Santa came!” This means presents and stocking stuffers and everything an 11-year-old’s dreams are made of. “Santa” is always generous, and this year was no exception. Gifts spilled out from the tree all over the living room.
So for almost 2 hours he tossed and turned and asked “what time is it?” and recalled his wish list until I finally announced it was time to get up and have a glass of milk and open 1 gift – from me.
He opened a red set of headphones. Music makes his heart beat (specifically soundtracks and symphonies), so I knew this was the perfect gift for my budding composer. He was so grateful. Then he went back to reading tags and shaking presents. His wide-eyed wonder and curiosity caused my slow-blinking eyes to wake up and remember something – I need to live like this.
Ask, Seek, Knock
Matthew 7:9-11 says “Who among you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask him.”
How much more?
Luke 11:13 expands this to tell us what specifically God is anxious to give us more of: his Holy Spirit.
Above these verses it says ask and it will be given. Seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be open. (Matt 7-8; Luke 11:9-11; Paraphrase mine)
Wonder in My Life
Now it’s 3:33. I’m letting my son try to sleep in the living room. I’ll go check on him shortly. I’m sure he’s wide awake.
But let me ask you what I’m asking myself: “What is it that keeps us up at night anticipating good things?”
I know what it is for me. I received it last night on Christmas Eve. I received the gift of presence. Presence – quality time – is my love language. I got to spend some quality time last night with some people I dearly love. Not on the phone. Not via text. Live and close enough to hug. What a perfect gift! My heart is so full.
It’s exactly what I prayed for – for presence.
Ask and it shall be given. Ask for more of the Holy Spirit. Ask for good things. Your Father is excited to give you good gifts. Just like I knew the key to my mini-Mozart’s heart was red headphones, God knows the key to mine. And yours.
Merry Christmas y’all.
Whatever you do, be present and be grateful.