Casa Sosegad

This is my first attempt at ever writing something. Critique away but please be gentle… I am not looking for a career in writing.

It was that time of the year again. Christmas … just the idea of putting on a constant smile and looking all cheerful and happy made her cringe. She’d always been the one to make this time of the year special and memorable for their children. But this year the darkness that she’d managed to keep at bay all year long, seemed to be pushing the boundaries. All the extra work that went with the season that she usually relished seemed lackluster and just too much effort. The worst thing was there was no reason for this… her family was all healthy and happy. Her husband was doing well financially and there was no extra burden on them. But somehow, she just could not shake the blues… She had to do something about this!

Medication was out of the question. No one knew how she felt… She’d managed to fool everyone. They all thought she was happy and content. She went about all her chores cheerfully enough. The house was always clean. Every evening, they all sat to a home-cooked meal. The children were always dressed in clean clothes and homework was always done on time. But she did know that she had to do something or soon things were going to be hard to hide… crying in the shower was soon not going to be enough of an outlet…

She’d got out all the decorations for Christmas and was in the midst of planning the Christmas baking and sweets, when her eyes fell on him one day… I wonder if he knew from the beginning how everything was going to end… he had only a short while here. Did he know how he was going to die from the beginning? Then, her eyes fell on the Bible, which lay on the mantle that they used as the family altar and prayer center; they did pray together as a family, but when was the last time she’d read His Word on her own? She couldn’t remember. She tried to get on with her day. She had so much to do but her eyes kept straying to the Book. Finally, she slowly walked up to the mantle and picked it up.

She opened it and turned to Luke. As she read though Chapters 1 and 2, she wondered how Mary felt. To give up all choice and take on so much on God’s command at such a young age. Had she thought that probably her fiancé would leave her or had she just known that God would just make everything right! What faith! What hope! How must it have felt to know that she was with child when she was a virgin? How did she continue to face her family and the people of her village? How did she tell Joseph? What courage! As she read, she felt a tiny spark light up inside. Jesus became Man for us. He was God but he was born in a tiny stable in Bethlehem… and the lack of trappings and finery did nothing to lessen the magnificence of his birth and the message of hope. Angelo heralded his arrival and the humble shepherds were the first to pay homage… everywhere the message that the God is hope and salvation. Nothing on this earth can give us that… not wealth or health. As she closed the bible, the sense of love, belonging and hope filled her heart. She was getting ready to celebrate the birth of her Savior! Advent was the season to prepare for His arrival in her home and in her heart!

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