I love Christmas. It is always a wonderful time of year for me. This past Christmas was no exception. I will admit it was a humbler one in the fact that we just couldn't buy as much as we have in the past. This, however, in no way dispelled the whisper of joy I get this time of year.
While your experience might not be the same as mine, there is something about the time we have with family and the time to come away from work. There is also something to be said about the overabundance of food, sweets, and the worry-free life until after New Year's Day. Let's not forget the decorations and the mystery of wrapped presents under the tree that bear witness to the joy we share this time of year. Even our nativity scenes issue us a small whisper of joy, a time to be glad.
Through it all, we are caught off our guard. Our desire is unearthed.
Like every holiday, though, the season and the feelings that go along with it do not seem to last. We are left frustrated. For all we get is just a whisper, a fleeting moment of joy that is gone just as fast as it came. It is life as we know it, and it feels so...cruel.
What if cruelty is not the reason we get these little whispers of joy? What if there is more to these whispers that we might be missing? Remember a time you felt glad, when life was a joy. What was going on? Who was there with you? What movie were you watching, or what book were you reading? Was it an event, special holiday, or vacation spot?
Go back there for a moment. Why was it so special? What was the whisper to your heart? If we perk up and listen, perhaps we can further unveil the mysteries of our own hearts.
