December 11th, 2018
Family hiding from the storm
Found no place at the keeper’s door…
…A Savior King who had no home
Has come to heal our sorrows…
Is there room in your heart…
For God to write His story…
Mother holds the Promise tight
Every wrong will be made right
The road is straight and the burden’s light
For in His hands He holds tomorrow… (Make Room, feat. Matt Maher)
Something the Innkeeper did not have inside his door.
But Mary did.
In her soul, to receive the angels words. To say ‘I am the Lord’s servant…”.
In her schedule, to travel away from the comfort of home, to stay with her cousin Elizabeth.
In her womb, to be filled with the Hope of the world.
In her arms to wrap him in swaddling clothes and to hold the Promise tight.
Space can feel uncomfortable…in a too-empty room. In a too-empty schedule. Maybe Mary’s calendar of wedding preparations, cooking for company, celebrations with friends, felt as though it was all swept into one task … “Go to the hill country, hide there, and prepare to be a mother to the Messiah”.
Maybe we are programmed to feel like ‘busy’ equals productive. A full cup, a full schedule is the best thing.
But sometimes, life seems to sweep all of those lines on our daily schedule into one task.
Recover. Heal. Care-give. Parent. Wait. Rest. Prepare. Listen.
And the space can feel uncomfortable.
But in the space I find room.
Room to ponder, to process, to feel. To be present and receive. Although the stillness may feel more like missing out…I can grow deeper.
“The real work happens between practices, just like a plant ,it takes root and grows between the times that you water it” he said, and we found our notes and moved right into the next chorus of our practice. But that sentence lodged itself inside… and is still taking root.
So often we are looking for the ‘arrivals’, the ‘final performances’, the December 25th’s, the moment the suspense will end with the Joy of unwrapped gifts…and we won’t have to wonder anymore. The times we drink in the richness of life like a thirsty plant. We look for the wait, the longing, the tension of the in-between, the preparation to be over.
But what if we are supposed to make room in that wait.
Make space to live more in the wonder of what will be. And grow, and put down roots in those places.
And what if, even when maybe the lines on my schedule remain more full than ever with hardly a space to breathe in between…what if I can still make room. What if I can still quiet my heart in the middle moments, in the daily tasks, in the questions and concerns. In the full schedule and needs of the day, the places I am not enough, to say like Mary “I am the Lord’s servant” and let the praise flow.
“Is there room in your heart
For God to write His story…”
“… and Hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 5:5