Holidays don’t summon happy memories for some people.
No matter how many happy moments have tried to crowd the painful ones, the painful ones still remain. Sometimes these memories are hidden in the dark corners of our hearts where only a few have been allowed in.
As much as we don’t want our past to effect our present, we struggle to forget. Believe me, we wish we could. We long to forget. Instead, we do our very best to celebrate with those who are celebrating.
But what about grieving with those who grieve?
It’s a toss up, I’ll be honest. It’s not that I want people to be miserable. Hell, I don’t want to be miserable. I want to be celebrating with everyone else– wearing red and green flare, singing Christmas carols and giving off that Holly Jolly vibe. Ok, maybe not that much Christmas spirit.
Instead, I feel like I’m in a hole. I can see the colored lights, hear the singing and smell the homemade cookies, but all around me is dark and lonely.
I’m not lonely because I am alone. In fact, I am not alone at all. I have some of the most amazing family and friends around me. You can’t fix an internal problem externally, though. As much as those closest to me shower me with love, my heart still hurts.
On December 4th, I had given up. I texted my best friend and told her how badly I wished for this dumb holiday to be over already. All I wanted was to get through it in one piece. I was a broken, weepy mess.
As she tends to do (thankfully) my bestie brought it back to Jesus.
“I just want to enjoy Him,” she confessed.
::sigh:: Me too.
It would mean I’d have to turn my eyes from my grief to someone else. Someone much more beautiful than all the pain and hurt.
So, I decided to do something I had never done before. I decided to celebrate Advent.
Since then, I’ve been reading portions of Scripture that talk about the birth of Christ. The reading isn’t super in-depth, a verse or two in length making it easy to follow through on daily. I made a similar calendar for my best friend, too, so we could share the experience. Just the thought that at any minute she could ask me if I’ve done my reading is enough motivation (…guilt…) to keep me on task.
Confession time….I’m still sad. I’m still hurting. I still feel like I’m in a hole. Some days, it feels unbearable.
What gives, Jesus?! I thought if I did the Christian thing that I’d get my happy shot and be good to go until Christmas. That all of a sudden my frown would be turned upside down and I’d be walking around with a smile plastered across my face. Instead of choking back tears anytime someone asks me “How are you doing?”
Maybe you’re like me and you’re hurting, too. I don’t know your story or the reasons why you’re hurting. I won’t pretend to have any answers. All I can do is tell you what I’ve decided to focus on despite the pain.
His name is Immanuel, which means God WITH us. That simple, but profound truth is the hallmark of my days. The powerful reminder that He is:
With us in the pain.
With us in the tears.
With us in the brokenness. The anger. The grief.
The nights I have fallen asleep with tear stained cheeks, He’s been there.
The days where I can barely respond to a text message asking how I am, He’s been there.
The days when my little girl heart was crushed, He was there.
And He’s there with you too. In all of your loneliness, in all of your unpleasant memories, in all of the questioning He’s there. I know you may not feel Him. I know you may not hear Him. But I pray that you would. That in this holiday season, you would experience Jesus…IMMANUEL…in a deeper, more real way than you ever have before.
7 thoughts on “When Holidays hurt.”
Thank you, Holly. This is refreshing. Holidays can be so hard and it is refreshing to see someone being real.
Thank you, Cassie! It’s not always easy to admit our struggles, but I think it’s important. Even if only to be reminded we aren’t alone.
Confession-I am confused at myself. I have been a Christian for many years. I listen to mostly Christian music but yet I hate Christmas music. I don’t know why it just doesn’t move me like other music does, in fact my heart is hardened to it.
Well, it’s ok to not like Christmas music. I don’t think there’s a commandment that says you HAVE to like it. 🙂 No shame in being honest!
The truth on how you feel opens you up to the healing that you and others need. It also is a voice to others who feel the same and may not have the courage or voice to say it. Your ministry is showing the truth and power of words and directing to the healing balm that God provides. Keep allowing God to use you.
Thank you, Tiesha. There is freedom in transparency and I want to be faithful to share from that place knowing I’m not alone….and people need to know they aren’t alone either.
Right. It is a beautiful place to be in. When we are open and transparent with God regardless of what state we are in it allows Him to come in and heal like no other. It’s a beautiful place. No one knows a creation like the creator and no one knows a child like a father. He knows exactly what to say to get our attention, exactly how to talk to us so we will listen and exactly how to heal our wounds so there is no scab or scar. I’m here too allowing Him to do everything that I need to be complete in Him.