If you know me, you know that when it comes to Christmas, I'm somewhat of a. . . Grinch, a humbug, an Ebenezer Scrooge. I'm one of those people that hates how commercialized Christmas has become, that could probably do without a Christmas tree, that really only likes traditional Christian Christmas carols, that cringes when too many Christmas songs in a row play at work.
The truth is, I like to hold Christmas inside me. I like to ponder it silently, sitting in my comfy chair at home, with a cup of hot cocoa and my bible, marveling over the fact that God came to us in the form of a tiny, helpless baby.
But there is one traditional secular Christmas song that gets me every time. It tugs on my heart, and most of the time I have to fight back tears. (It's not "Let it Snow." Just listen to it.)
If you skipped the song, go back and listen. I'll wait.
Now, everyone on the same page? Great.
Yep. "I'll Be Home for Christmas." Not necessarily by Michael Bublé, but by pretty much anyone.
I get a pain in my chest, like something's grabbed hold of my heart and won't let go. My eyes begin to tear up, and feel this insatiable longing in me.
I want to be home.
Logically it doesn't make sense, I know. My parents no longer live in the house I grew up in. I've been living in Branson for almost two years. It should be home. But it isn't. It's merely the place I live, the place I work during the day, and sleep at night.
It's kind of like the concept of missing someone you haven't met yet. It might seem silly, but there are those of us who have this longing inside of us. We long to meet those we haven't encountered yet. We long for a home we haven't found yet.
We long to experience the great things that God has in store for us.
I listen to this song, and I long for all those things. I long for that feeling of home, I long for God's plan for me.
But then I get afraid.
I begin to fear that those things will never come. That my entire life will be stuck in this in-between time I'm in.
But I just have to trust in God. Trust that He'll lead me.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."
Someday, I'll be home. Someday I'll do all those great things that God has planned for me. Someday.
But until then,
I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.