During a time when families gather and the big elephant of secrets, wounds, pains, rejection, disappointments and the like smother the ability to Love, I declare Tis the Season.
As you travel back home where your past greets you at the door, and those you knew but don’t really know greet you with a cold hug, a fake smile, a hesitant glance and you wonder where the disconnection lied. You then realize there was never a connection, you just knew them during a season of survival as you planned your exit with dreams and hopes that finally came true. With no apologies of the new you, you greet them with a mixed emotion of anger due to the pain they’ve caused and are secretly still trying to cause & pity as you know what its like to be where they still are. You then gather yourself and gratefulness fills your heart as you are reminded that: NO WEAPON. Tis the Season my friend, Tis the Season.
Walmarts, KMarts, Kohls, Macys, Toys R US,…filled with moms, dads, aunts, uncles, grandma, grandpas looking for the perfect gesture to prove their love. Engagements, Announcements, Celebrations planned during a season where Love is in the air. Smiles, laughter, jingles, mistletoes; Oh how affection and adoration fills homes, communities, churchs, and hearts. Tis the Season. I know most people discourage getting caught up in gift giving, with good intent I acknowledge while I toast to our need to give. Jesus gave his life and though this cannot be compared to a wrapped box under a tree, the symbolism of sacrifice & personalized intent connects us to our Creator as we feel more like Him when we give.
I am displaced you say…I have made some choices that has caused me to be separate from my family, I look around and I am among strangers but I am grateful that I at least have somewhere to lay my head. The staff here have tried to create an atmosphere of family and the churchs come to provide us with gifts and food so that we don’t feel forgotten. My faith is rocky yet I am able to pull from what I have left to keep me going. I am grateful yet discouraged, I am content yet dissatisfied, I am here yet I feel absent. I am a part of a community of people who live in shelters and depend on soup kitchens to make this season bright. Despite my current circumstance I can still muster: Tis the Season.
Oh how I wish this time of the year would pass me as things are not the same with you being gone. As I look upon others celebrating I only have memories to comfort me. Survivors guilt makes it difficult for me to enjoy the moment yet I know its what you would of wanted. My tears are many and the weights on my heart have become heavier. My heart grows wearier while I am still able to recognize: Tis the Season.
This time of year brings all things into perspective as we celebrate the birth of Christ and close out the year. As the world is lite up, choirs are singing, and our heads are encouraging our hearts to be jolly, we are all connecting and the atmosphere is shifting as we are all unconsciously on one accord. There is no amount of evil that can exceed the amount of Love that is in the air. As we experience crisis in our country and in our personal lives may the spirit of Love guide us until we find our way to declare: Tis the season. Declare!!!---Tis the season dear hearts, Tis the season.
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