WHAT IS ALL THAT NOISE?
By Melissa Suley
I am loved, wanted and accepted. The following verses are meaningful to me as they confirm this to be true!
John 1:12 - I am a child of God, by HIS choice!
1 John 3:1 - I am a child of God and He delights in me.
Romans 5:8 - God demonstrated His love for me by sending His Son to die in my place.
Romans 8:38-39 - Nothing can ever separate me from the love of God.
Recently I have found myself rubbing my eyes, resting my head in my hands, often thinking, "How can I do all of this?" At times the sound of a child’s voice calling out, "Mommy?", makes me want to scream, “I don’t want to be 'Mommy' today, let someone else be.”
Sometimes I really mess up. Sometimes I swear. Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I do life really well. Sometimes I am on time. Sometimes I love deeply. Sometimes I encourage people.
Recently I felt that chest tightening feeling called anxiety as I sat alone at my dining room table, while my mind focused on how I would meet all the expectations of Christmas. How do I keep the magic of Santa alive? - despite how many times I have bitten my tongue from blurting out, "Santa cannot afford Apple watches. And no, he cannot make them in his toy shop. No no no!"
I know all the right things to say. I know the true meaning of Christmas. I know that God‘s greatest Gift was sent to earth. I know the greatest joy at Christmas is love, God’s love.
We live in a culture that has secret pathways to steal our peace, and discreetly creeps into our mind. A culture of materialism, comparison, a culture of making it better, bigger, the best ever.
As I sat at my dining room table with all of this running through my mind, God’s overwhelming love was in direct competition with the "Dear Santa" wish list before me. I reached for my phone and played, "No Longer Slaves". At the sound of “You drown my fears in perfect love...”, tears were released down my cheeks. I was reminded the only perfect love, is God’s.
We can be proud of our decorated Christmas tree, until the pine needles start shedding. We can awe at our Christmas lights until they tangle or won’t come on. We can love a Christmas gift from our spouse, until we realize, "he paid how much?!!"
Christmas is one of the most beautiful, loving times of the year. And I relax with a beautifully lit Christmas tree, I feel great about a heartfelt gift, and I frolic at the lights on in my house. I really enjoy all these things. But they are temporary. Short-lived.
I have challenged myself this Christmas to be mindful of my opportunity to be an example to my family of how little we actually need, and how really big a deal it is to have access to God’s love. Hebrews 4:14-16 confirms that I have direct access to God and His throne room through Jesus Christ. And that’s way more promising than Santa.
So when all that noise is around me, I have those scriptures written in my insides. When my mind becomes a battle field, and fear of not being able to do it well, grips me, 2 Timothy 1:7 calls my mind to attention. It tells me and you, God did not give me or you a spirit of fear but of power, love and self-discipline.
Someone is calling out, “Mommy!” Thankfully, my name is Melissa :)
Merry Christmas everyone!
God really does drown our fears in perfect love!
May you feel God’s love poured over you. Please listen to the song I have included.
They look pretty sweet in this photo, would you believe while I was writing this devotional they tried to eat my manger scene? (scroll to next photo)
So THAT’S what all the noise was!
Melissa lives in Edmonton, Alberta where she attends Hope City Church. She has been married for 11 years to a fellow Newfoundlander, Danny Suley, who keeps their family grounded and laughing! They have two beautiful daughters, Laila and Londyn, who are currently in grades 5 and 3. The family can usually be found chasing their pups at the dog park, strapping up figure skates at the rink, and sometimes hiding in their house baking cookies. Listening to sermons on her old fashioned radio is Melissa's secret that gets her through every day.