It’s the day after Boxing Day, a public holiday in the UK, historically celebrating when trades people used to receive their Christmas boxes. Jen has gone back to Liverpool but the signs of Christmas still linger. And it keeps on raining; the infant River Roch was very full yesterday and the path muddy..
So it’s an in-betweeny type of day and I’m trying to find my focus, to balance relaxing and making the most of the time. I will top up the larder then start my “painting by numbers” that Nat bought me. What about you do; how do you find these days between Christmas and New year?
I wonder what it was like for Mary and Joseph? A new baby; not in their own town or a room; pondering on all the shepherds had said and needing to make arrangements for the circumcision. A very inn-between (pardon the pun) time for them. God understands in-between times where we are out of routine and trying to make our way forward. But they aren’t always easy.
Many persecuted Christians are experiencing “in-between” times right now. Located in refugee or transit camps with no clear way forward. Or forced out of their family homes or on the run. Even when not under direct threat it can be emotionally exhausting, alongside the worry of simply surviving.
Whatever this period feels like for you, may you find rest and and direction for the days ahead. And remember those for whom this is a dark time…
I have one calendar left; if anyone wants one, do let me know!