My annual attempt to spread Christmas cheer through sugar and carbs has drawn to a close.
I have a huge burn mark on my right arm (tended to lovingly by Mark, with antiseptic and aloe.)
Sometimes you have to be burned to realize how loved you are.
The list of people who receive this gesture of love seems to grow each year as my heart grows bigger and the list of people I love gets longer. I wish I could leap out of every box opened and encourage the recipient to toast first, then SLATHER with butter, ’cause if you’re going to break your diet, you might as well do it right.
But most people know by now the raisin bread ritual and how to savor it well.
I think about my grandmother, whose kitchen was pretty much covered in flour by the time she finished her annual bread-making.
Edna Hartsell made a deep impact on my life…from the way she knelt by her bed at night (literally!) and prayed out loud for everyone (literally!) she knew to the way every car ride with her was a rousing chorale of gospel songs. We learned, as Elf affirmed, that “The best way to spread Christmas cheer was singing loud for all to hear.”
Each loaf of bread is a tribute to my Mom-mom, who inspired me to a spiritual life.
We each have our own ways of expressing and embracing our individual faith. Some like to cheer, clap their hands and shout “Hallelujah!” and other prefer to quietly meditate and center their souls on Source.
Though my own spiritual path has been a bit like a Family Circus cartoon, full of twists, turns, detours, valleys, and mountaintops – I am so very very very very very glad to be a believer, not just during the holiday season, but all year long.
My heart is full of appreciation for the Loving Presence that has sustained me through dark times and carried me to better days.
Perhaps the greatest lesson of my past year has been that this Presence is not like a butterfly that descends and departs (based on how good, bad, or tuned in I am) but that it is EVERPRESENT.
I can call upon the Power that created worlds at any time, for it resides in me (and I in it.) There’s no penance to pay for a misstep, only a moment’s acknowledgment to get back into alignment once again.
Jesus said, “I and my Father are One.”
I get that now, Jesus.
I believe the One we celebrate this time of year would, if He were here, take us each gently by the shoulders and say, “You’ve got the Power! It’s all right there – use it!”
In my fantasy conversation with Jesus I think He’d also say, “Sheesh! Stop wrestling with your own worthiness once and for all. You are LOVED – unconditionally!”
What a Christmas gift.
Wouldn’t that be the best gift for all of us?
I came face to face with this once again over the past two weeks when I realized how CONDITIONAL (still) my own love was for myself…
Oh my! Isn’t it interesting that POWER ends up being our new WOW?
Wouldn’t that be the best Christmas miracle of all – to realize our POWER and walk in it?
I look forward to delving into this with you over the next two weeks. And if you’ve never visited my other website, www.MEseminars.com, I’ve love you to download my e-book on the topic of my own journey to self-love. My gift to you!
In the meantime, even if you didn’t receive a loaf of raisin bread this year, my heart is sending you Christmas cheer and heartfelt wishes for the FULLNESS of love to inhabit your heart, now and forever.