When Even Santa Couldn’t Fix It
Finding Peace When Life Feels Too Heavy for the Holidays
Two days before Christmas.
Christmas Eve is tomorrow, and this should be one of the happiest times of the year. The lights are glowing, Christmas music is playing, and everywhere you look people are talking about joy, peace, and celebration.
But if I’m being honest, today was hard.
Really hard.
As I sit here late at night, my head is spinning. My body feels exhausted, my mind won’t slow down, and my spirit feels drained. There is frustration. There is anger. There is disappointment. There are questions I can’t seem to answer.
Some days I find myself wondering what I’ve been doing wrong my entire life when it comes to LIFE …. simply trying to make it work is overwhelming! Why does everything seem so hard? Why does it feel like no matter how hard you try, you still end up climbing uphill?
Life just doesn’t seem fair sometimes.
Today was one of those days.
In fact, I found myself thinking something I haven’t thought in years. What is there was a real Santa Claus? Not because I wanted presents under the tree. Not because I wanted gifts wrapped in shiny paper.
I wanted someone to magically fix things.
I wanted someone I could sit down with and say, “Life is too hard right now. Can you make it better?”
But that’s not what life is about.
There isn’t a Santa Claus who can wave a magic wand and make all our problems disappear. There isn’t a sleigh full of answers waiting to arrive on Christmas morning. There isn’t a magical gift that suddenly makes our worries, fears, frustrations, and heartaches vanish.
And maybe the saddest part is reaching a place where things feel so overwhelming that if someone actually offered you one wish, you wouldn’t even know what to ask for.
Have you ever been there?
A place where life feels so tangled that you can’t identify the one thing that needs fixed? A place where you’ve carried so much for so long that even imagining joy feels difficult?
That’s where I found myself tonight.
Mentally exhausted.
Emotionally drained.
Feeling like I just finished running a 100-mile marathon, even though most of the battle was happening inside my own head.
So tonight, I won’t pray for miracles.
I won’t pray for a magic genie.
I won’t pray for Santa Claus.
Tonight, I will simply pray for peace.
Peace for my heart.
Peace for my mind.
Peace for my spirit.
I will pray for a clear head and restful sleep.
And while life feels incredibly hard right now, I still know the reason for this season.
I still know that Christmas is about Jesus.
I still know that despite my struggles, my frustrations, and my unanswered questions, God has not left me.
Over the next few days, I will celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Not just because it’s Christmas, but because His story reminds me that hope can exist even in difficult seasons.
What I’m going through right now is hard.
But what Jesus sacrificed for us reminds me that hard seasons are not the end of the story.
So tonight, I will close my eyes holding onto that truth.
And maybe another day we’ll talk about this question:
If a magic genie could grant you one wish, what would you ask for?
Honestly, I think that conversation deserves its own blog.
Until then, thank you for reading.
Thank you for sticking with me.
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