vacancy or no vacancy

Christmas is here…well, in a couple of days.
Are you ready?
the hustle. the bustle. the crowds. the craving for something more, something other than what we have been given or have. the need to satisfy a thirst for acceptance. buying and scurrying. perhaps in anticipation for the returns that will inevitably occur.
decorating. baking. cooking. wrapping. stress.
and then…
a lightbulb goes off…the reason for the season! is not giving and accepting and worrying and fretting…
is there room in the midst of the chaos for Him?
do we make room for God…do i make room?…have i made room?
is there vacancy for Jesus?
*sigh*

(do you ever have something that hits you square between the eyes, almost enough to knock you down?)
a reminder.
a head-slap.
a heart tug.
a gut pinch.

“I am not brave
I’ll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I’m just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours”

Am I, are you, willing to offer Jesus vacancy?
Is there room for Him? …not a bad question to ask ourselves as Christmas dawns.

Everything inside me cries for order
Everything inside me wants to hide
Is this shadow an angel or a warrior?
If God is pleased with me, why am I so terrified?
Someone tell me I am only dreaming
Somehow help me see with Heaven’s eyes
And before my head agrees, my heart is on its knees
Holy is He. Blessed am I.

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

All this time we’ve waited for the promise
All this time You’ve waited for my arms
Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected
So we might know that Love would go that far?

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

I am not brave
I’ll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I’m just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours

Be born in me, be born in me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

grace.

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