When my beautiful, talented, intelligent friend Sara asked me to write a blog post during the month of December about Jesus Christ, this was my train of thought, "I still have so many presents to buy and wrap... what is a cookie exchange and how on earth did I end up getting invited to TWO?!?... I bet I'm going to have to hang the Christmas lights myself because my husband just had to go and have surgery on his foot... I wonder how my old decorations will look in my new house... I don't have time to think about Jesus!!!" End scene.
This isn't going to be another blog post about making room for Jesus this Christmas. This is about how, even when I'm too busy to think about Him (during the celebration of His birth, I might add), or when I make the same mistakes over and over again, or when I fail yet again to say my prayers that morning, or when I'm criticizing, envying, or judging others, my Savior still loves me. I get so frustrated when I ask my kids what feels like five million times to put away their backpacks and shoes (the "after school vomit," my friend's term for the dump that takes place by the front door each afternoon). Why can't they learn?!? My Savior could say the same thing of me-- I've told Susanna time and time again to read her scriptures regularly. She never learns! Instead, He accepts me for what minuscule offerings I do give and waits patiently for me to give a little more.
I love my Savior for lots of reasons. But probably my favorite thing about Him is that I know He loves me exactly how I am. (I didn't always know that.) He wants more for me, for sure, but He's waiting, patiently. With eternal, unending, forever and ever, infinity patience. With arms so wide spread He could hug everyone who ever lived and will ever live in a single enormous embrace. He is just waiting for me to come to Him with my weaknesses so, through Him, they can become strengths. I take a few baby steps in His direction here and there but almost as often, I take some back. In the spiritual sense, I'm probably a 2-year-old. Who still has to make her second set of six dozen snicker doodles to take to the next cookie exchange. That's 72 cookies, people.
So I will keep trying. And my Savior will keep loving me and waiting for me. With open arms. Based on my track record, my pathway of discipleship is going to be bumpy and windy; there will probably be a little off-roading. But Jesus Christ will never leave me or you and His love will never cease. Now that is a reason to celebrate.
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