He Leads

Lulu & Susanna shopping at Costcoa staple for all Robertson girls, young & old. 
 
Merry, Merry!  Today’s guest post comes from someone very near and dear to my heart: my big sister Laura.  Not only is she a fabulous wife, mom, and sister, but she’s also one of my most favorite writers.  I’m so grateful she was willing to sneak away to write this post, because I just love it and I know you will too!!  Here’s Laura!   

 
During the Christmas season, every emotion you’re experiencing seems to be amped up on steroids.  Normally, this is great, since so many aspects about this time of year put me in a festive mood- the smells of fresh pine and warm gingerbread, elaborate displays of twinkling Christmas lights, jubilant Christmas carols . . . I love it all.  

Other times, it’s not so great, and last Sunday started off on a particularly low note.  My husband was out of town, so getting both my infant and toddler daughters to church was no small challenge.  My two-and-a-half-year old did not want to put her shoes or tights on before we left, so I wound up with about 50 pounds of wiggling girls in my arms on the way to the car. While I thankfully didn’t drop anyone in transit, we ended up leaving thirty minutes later than planned.

By a great Christmas miracle, I made it into the service in time to hear selections from Handel’s Messiah.  I was enjoying the music on a surface level until I heard the familiar song based on Isaiah 40:11 “He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.”

Hearing those refrains, it suddenly clicked for me.  In the midst of running after my own little flock, wrestling to put tights on their squirming legs, or arranging bows in their golden ringlets, God is leading me.  Even when I feel overwhelmed by this tumultuous time of life, Christ holds me in His strong arms, carrying me through even the most challenging circumstances.    

It can be so difficult to sit calmly in God’s arms when dinner needs to be made, someone needs a new diaper, and Christmas cards need to be sent.  But soaking in the presence of God gives us the rest and direction we so desperately need.

That Sunday morning, peaceful refrains from The Messiah were all too quickly replaced by happy squeals of my two cherubs in the back of the car, but I left with a renewed sense of confidence that God would carry me through the rest of the day and beyond.

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