It has been a challenging December and the anticipation of another Christmas without extended family left me morose. I had a lovely birthday on the 21st but other things were disconcerting and beyond my ability to remedy. So when we sang, "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear," I was stirred and gripped by these words:
O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
It is right, SO right and true and good to rest in the middle of our weariness to hear the angels sing. The challenge with depression is that it removes any desire to be extroverted and gets one so self-absorbed that the tendency is to curl up into a self-contained ball and roll away into denial. We must keep our eyes and hearts open to the glad and golden hours which come swiftly.
We rest by making a change. Getting out. Giving to others. Going beyond our perceived limits helps us discover that those limits were simply illusions and we are capable of far more than we dream. Listen to the singing of the angels: Fear not. Glory goes to God, stop seeking it for yourself. Unto you is born a savior.
He is.
Stop trying to save yourself. He's already done the work. Rest.
Hear the angels cheer.
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