I love Christmas music.  I could listen to it all year long….and sometimes I do!  This year a song that I’ve never particularly paid much mind to really struck me, especially the second verse:

Lately I’ve been feeling a lot like that poor little drummer.  What piddly gifts I offer my family, the world, my King.  How quickly I believe the lie that what I have to give – what God has given me to give – is not enough.  I’m “just” a housewife, “just” a midwifery student, “just” a missionary wife, “just”………, and not very good ones at that. I’m just a poor girl too, without a gift to bring that’s fit to give the King.

But Jesus doesn’t demand or expect extravagant gifts of gold, silver, and myrrh from me.  He simply asks for the best of what I have.  And sometimes – a lot of the time – it feels like all I have to offer is as silly as a pa rum pum pum pum beat on my old worn out, homemade drum.  But will I offer it and play my very best for Him?  Anything remotely good that comes from me is a direct result of His divine intervention in and through me anyway.  It’s never of my own doing and that’s the ONLY reason a song for Him on my little drum would ever be worth listening to.  And when I realize that and give all of the very best of what I have, as humble and silly as it may seem….then, He smiles at me.  Me and my drum.

You are all so dear to my heart and I thank God so very much for you.  I pray you have a wonderful celebration of the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Christ and a most meaningful time with those you love and treasure.  May this coming year be the best of your life so far, drawing you more intimately close to our Savior, and becoming more and more like Him with every passing day as we anxiously await his second coming.  Play your best for Him.