No Room For Him

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

Luke 2:7 (KJV)

I get tears in my eyes.  Every Christmas.  I get so sad.  I’m sorry, but I do.  It’s a new thing – just been happening the last couple of years.  I’m not trying to be a stick-in-the-mud, I’m not trying to dampen anyone’s Christmas spirits.  Those who know me know how much I LOVE Christmas.  As soon as I found out about Advent and discovered ways we could celebrate Christmas even longer (beginning in November!),  I was a happy camper indeed.  That meant putting up the decorations even earlier (!) if I wanted them up in time for Advent!

But the last couple of years, I can’t shake it.  Every December when I have to go do any kind of shopping, there are tears, sadness, loneliness.

I don’t like shopping much to begin with, and definitely not in the craziness of the stores at Christmas, but as I think back to a few years ago, at least then I used to love the decorations (still lots of nativity items back in the day) and songs (still mostly traditional Christmas hymns way back when).

It’s just so different now.  I find myself hunting for anything resembling that first Christmas, anything remotely looking like a nativity scene.  I snatched up a gift box that I didn’t need today, just because of the manger scene painted on it – beautiful.  But that really was all I could find.

And I miss Him.  So much.  It’s His birthday and why can’t we just celebrate it?  I would hate it if someone forgot my birthday.  I would feel horrible.  And I think that’s what makes me so sad.  People are forgetting His birthday.  Yes, there’s lights and decorations and gifts and music and concerts and parties – but honestly, getting really honest here – He’s usually not invited.  I imagine how I’d feel if no one invited me to my own party.  And if they invited someone else and it wasn’t even their birthday.  I would feel so unloved and rejected.  And I think it just breaks my heart to think of Jesus feeling like that.  My Messiah – He didn’t get the invite.

Yep, here come the tears, I’ve hit the nail on the head.  I am so thankful that typing out words helps me process life. 

Thank You God for the gift of words and how they help me so much to live out this life You’ve given me.

Jesus, I invite You to Your party this year, to this celebration of You.  This Christmas, please enjoy every song with us, see Your children’s faces as we share gifts.  What do You want for Christmas?  Ah yes, You want us to love You and love one another.  Simple as that.  Let Your love reign supreme in everything we do this year and every year to celebrate Your birth. 

It’s Your birthday.  Happy Birthday Jesus.  Let us make room in our hearts, our homes, our holidays, always, for You.  May there ALWAYS be room for You.  Help us not to leave You out in the manger anymore.  Have the nicest rooms in our lives.  Make Yourself at home in us.

I love You, Anna. 


  1. Thank you again Anna
    This is not an easy time for me either. A few years ago in the month of November I was waking up with a handful of hair that I had pulled out. It was due to stress. Christmas can be so overwhelming. I’ve had to learn to put Jesus ahead of all the hussle & bussle.



    • It’s nice to hear from you, Marlaine. One thing I do love to do is make up four mugs of hot chocolate, grab blankets to wrap around us in the van, put on our PJs and drive around town – looking at all the lights… with Christmas carols playing on the radio. I’m really looking forward to that – and the snowfall we got today will make everything all sparkly. The Father is decorating the world in white for His Son’s birthday this year…. a white Christmas I think!


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