There’s a really strange thing that is happening to more of us every 30ish days, and today, it’s occurring again. As the calendar flips to a new month (oh hi, December), we all look at each other shocked and gasp, “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S [INSERT MONTH]!”
Every time I say it (which is monthly as of late) I feel like an idiot. Seriously. I just said the same thing last month. And the month before. Am I that dense?
What I’m communicating is that time continues to race by, and for a multitude of reasons, I’m shocked–truly shocked–that another 30 days have zoomed by.
I’m not alone. Most of us feel it. And most of us are going to be just as shocked when 2024 hits in 30 days, even though we all know it’s coming.
So, what can we do?
I find myself talking to God a lot more at the beginning and end of the month. When I’m most weary. And that’s good, I guess. Jesus does say “come to me when…” And I do. And then I move on.
But what could December look like if I brought him my weariness every day this month? If I actually sit at his feet, and lean against him. Close my eyes for a few minutes. Breathe steady and deeply. Silent my thoughts. Allow his shadow to fall over me. His hand to comfort my head and rest on my shoulder.
Can December be something I actually remember and cherish instead of attempt to survive?
I want that.
Jesus’ call towards rest is one for every season, but I can’t think of a better time to take him up on that invitation than the month we’re all shocked to now be in.