Who Are You, and What Are You Looking For?

*A guest post by Louise Wynn.

Christmas Feels Weird This Year

Christmas is weird this year. But I guess I have to admit that Christmas has been “weird” almost every year for our family. There were the years in Venezuela, then the years in Saudi Arabia, and then the years with one or more children living far from wherever we were at the time. This year, now that I think of it, has been more blessed than “weird” in that we’ve been able to see all our children and most of our grandchildren within the 2-1/2-month period surrounding Dec. 25.

So, why did I start out by saying Christmas is weird this year? I guess it’s partly because my house is full of boys and men watching football games, which I don’t enjoy quite as much as they do.

Also, one faraway child and her family are stuck in an airport someplace in Canada, as I write this, so instead of arriving on Christmas, they may arrive on Boxing Day, if we – and they – are lucky. And if they do make it here tonight, they’ll have to get a snow-equipped Uber to drive them from the airport, because we can’t even get out of our driveway, let alone our street. (Dreaming of a white Christmas? That would be great! But we’re not so interested in an icy Christmas!)

Also, I can’t get interested in any of the books I’ve stockpiled for reading over the Christmas season, I’m having trouble working on my own continuing writing projects, and I’m feeling discombobulated. (Dictionary.com defines “discombobulate” this way: “to confuse or disconcert; upset; frustrate.”) Confused and disconcerted, i.e., discombobulated: that’s me.

When You Feel Discombobulated

We’ve been cooking up a storm, and, unfortunately, eating said storm: cheese enchiladas, brownies and chocolate chip cookies, veggie eggs and cheese omelets with country-home-style potatoes, chicken nachos, blueberry muffins, chicken vindaloo, and Maria’s Christmas Eve Flan (recipes available on request). Yeah, so, that’s probably a big part of it: I’m full of cheese, chocolate, and chicken; and rich milk-and-egg products. No wonder I’m feeling a little off. One salad over the past four days is not enough!

So I took a break from wrapping—yep, still wrapping—and got to my computer to find something uplifting to read. And here’s what I found: “Seeking Christ at Christmas,” on the LDS.org website.

Reading this article, I experienced a small miracle, or a large one, depending on how you measure miracles, I guess: big enough to fill my heart with peace and joy, small enough that no angels were heard in the neighborhood with harps and trumps.

Nativity “Roles”

The shepherds, as President Uchtdorf writes, “…were more than likely quite ordinary people, like many commendable souls who go about their days earning a living.

“They could represent people who, at one time, may not have been actively seeking the Christ, but their hearts changed when the heavens opened and Christ was proclaimed to them.”

The wise men were academics who “left their homes and traveled to Jerusalem, asking, ‘Where is he that is born King of the Jews?’”

Then there were Simeon and Anna, faithful Jews who had been waiting for Jesus to come, and who testified of his divinity; and the believers among the Nephites and Lamanites, also waiting for many years.

Our Own Roles

So, who am I, and who are you? And what are we looking for? I guess I’m some kind of mix of all these people: certainly not an academic, but more like the shepherds, my heart having been changed by the good news of Christ’s life; a believer, but not praying at the temple every day, not as constant steadfast as Anna and Simeon.

I’m a child of God, and I’m looking for His salvation. I’m looking for Christ not only now, at Christmas, but all year round. And I’m still looking, even when I get rushed and harried and too busy and discombobulated. So when I see Him, even when I read about Him in an uplifting talk or article by one of His apostles, I feel joy and peace.

So, I’m going to remember this through the short rest of this year and as I begin the long year to come, my new recipe for dealing with discombobulation: LDS.org! I’ll remember to feed myself spiritually, and get away from the stove, put aside the wrapping paper, wind down from the hustle and bustle of so-called “necessary” things, just get away and spend a few minutes, or more, with my Savior.

* Louise has been a learner and a teacher all her life. She loves to be around nice people. She writes stories and poems. Louise resides in Vancouver, Washington, where it doesn’t snow in the winter so much as rice (rain ice). When not stuck in her house during ice storms, she hikes in the Pacific Northwest, rides her bike, and reads…a lot. Louise is currently the Laurel adviser in her ward.


About the Author:

Laura will be the first to tell you she’s not perfect. That’s why she loves the restored gospel, and loves the atonement.