It's the official three-day countdown until we all lose our minds. Seriously, how is Christmas just five weeks away? I have a turkey thawing in the fridge, a request for blueberry pie, and I've shown the patience of Job by not putting up my Christmas decorations yet. Well, not-so-close to the restraint of Job, but good enough for me since there's a lit-up "turkey tree" sitting proud in my living room already.
I'm launching a new business here in late January. I know, I haven't mentioned it before. I'm not trying to sound lax about it, I'm just not ready to go official. There's still a lot to do. A lot more groundwork to lay, but more about that later...
The ads on TV tell me that "comfort and joy" is just around the corner. Honestly, I'm not sure I have enough time for it. The kids will be out of school in a blink. "Comfort" sounds great (if not a little fantastically lazy)...the food, staring mind-numbingly at the movies rolling on through Hallmark, and excitement over the gift giving.
I guess comfort means doing enjoyable things? Our culture seems to think so, but what does it mean to you? Is it an activity? A reassurance from a friend? A type of food or rest? A feeling?
In the modern day, we usually default to the old English translation of the word comfort, which means, "to cheer up, to console."
It reminds me of the Christmas song, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen. Remember the chorus? "Good tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy...good tidings of comfort and joy."
If that's the case, then I don't suppose I need cheering this season. You could cut the cheer in this place with a knife, it's so thick (donning red and green flannel pajama pants as I type). I also don't need consolation at the moment, thank You God, but give peace to those of us who do.
Regardless of our varying circumstances heading into Thanksgiving, I venture to say that we all need a little Latin in our lives. A little muscle.
You see, the word comfort in Latin means something entirely different than it does in Old English.
This holiday season, maybe you need a different type of Comfort, or Com-fortis, meaning: To be strengthened greatly.
As it turns out, there's no way to schedule comfort this year. We can't choose it or find it on TV or at the mall. We have to seek it with all of our hearts. We have to get some rest and draw near to the Source of all strength.
I suppose I can make time for that, but what about you? Do you need strength?
Let us know about it below so we can pray for you and comfort you along the way!
Yours in turkey and grit,
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.