Day 12: Still, Still, Still 1


So, I must admit, I haven’t taken much time to be still during this season.  I have found myself rushing, worrying, stressing, working, wrapping, exhausting!!!  It wasn’t until Saturday evening that I found myself being still for a moment.  It was a forced moment, but a moment none-the-less.  I sat in the Tabernacle listening to a Christmas concert.  I finally relaxed and started to think about the reason for the season.  Many of us look forward to Christmas every year.  As I have watched my children this year, I have caught bits of their excitement, the excitement of Christmas.

As I look forward to Christmas, I want to celebrate the true meaning of the season.  I want to celebrate the birth of the Savior, and teach this to my children.  If I could rewind the clock to over 2000 years ago, I can only imagine what it was like for those who truly were waiting for their Savior to come.  They were waiting for the Savior, hoping for his presence to be made known, for the freedom and power He held.  Here is one of my favorite songs that expresses that yearning that must have been in the hearts of many during that time.

I think many of us can relate to the yearning for peace, for the comfort the Savior can bring.  This world is becoming more cramped, more busy, more hectic, more worrisome.  There is so much “busy”ness that keeps us constantly going, never sitting, never calming,  never being still.  As I sat in the Tabernacle on Saturday, there was a four-and-half year old in my lap, trying diligently not to wiggle.  I could relate to her, as my own mind and body were busy.  Suddenly, the song “Still, Still, Still” filled the air…and my heart and mind relaxed.

Still, still, still

One can hear the falling snow.

For all is hushed,

The world is sleeping,

Holy Star its vigil keeping.

Still, still, still,

One can hear the falling snow.

 

Sleep, sleep, sleep,

‘Tis the eve of our Saviour’s birth.

The night is peaceful all around you,

Close your eyes,

Let sleep surround you.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,

‘Tis the eve of our Saviour’s birth

My mind went to the events of that quiet night over 2,000 years ago.  I could picture, in my mind’s eye, Mary and Joseph with the newborn baby, Jesus.  How could any of us imagine that a King would come into the world in such humble circumstances?

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed…

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.   Luke 2: 1-7

On this momentous occasion, the Saviour of the world was born.  My mind immediately turned to Mary.  Did she know what was coming?  Did she realize how her mother’s heart would be stretched, perhaps to the breaking point?  What was this like for her?  I don’t know how much she realized, or how overwhelmed she felt.  I cannot imagine.  We do get a glimpse into Mary’s heart from the scriptures:

But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19

There was Mary, being still.  I can only imagine the stretching of her heartstrings.  I know how my heartstrings were stretched when my own beautiful children were born.  Yet, this child, God’s child, had a special calling, one nearly incomprehensible to the mortal mind.  And, Mary pondered.  What a lesson to teach.  I yearn for stillness.  I think it must be part of my woman-soul, yet I find myself, too often busy – too busy – to fill my yearning.  When I take those still moments, and I treasure them, I find that I can be filled.

 

Christmas would not be Christmas for me without the concluding hymn, Silent Night.  With its slow, measured pace, and its clear message of peace and quiet, this hymn teaches us the true meaning of Christmas.  If you ever watch a child sing Silent Night, you know what I mean.

Silent night, Holy night

All is calm, all is bright

‘Round yon virgin , mother and child

Holy infant so, tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace.

 

Silent night, Holy night

Shepherds quake, at the sight

Glories stream from heaven afar

Heavenly, hosts sing Hallelujah.

Christ the Savior is born, Christ the Savior is born.

 

Silent night, Holy night

Son of God, love’s pure light

Radiant beams from thy holy face

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord at thy birth Jesus, Lord at thy birth.

I hope every one of us can take a moment to be still this season.  I know, when we are still, the Lord has greater opportunity to speak to us, to teach us, to share His intents with us.  He is waiting for us to listen.

“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalms 46:10

 

Merry Christmas, everyone.  Merry, merry Christmas!

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Wife, mother of twins, speaker, and creator of Balm to My Soul.I love to write, speak, sleep, snuggle and, if I really get lucky, inspire and help others. I am clearly imperfect but determined to be a little better every day. Some days are better than others! Thanks for stopping by!
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    joan

    (Christmas afternoon): This has been the best part of my Christmas. The music and these impressions touched my heart deeply and I truly felt the “Spirit of Christmas” . It was beautiful. I realize it takes a lot of your precious time, but I know you are being blessed by the spirit to do this. Thank you.