The title of this post is a line from one of my favorite Christmas songs, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," but it is only in the Judy Garland version (from Meet Me In St. Louis). Other renditions replace the line with "Hang a shining star upon the highest bough." However, the Judy Garland version is the one that moves me, and it is primarily because of this one line. Every time I hear it sung in her rich, melancholy voice, I absolutely lose it!
The entire phrase goes:
"Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow.
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow.
So have yourself a Merry little Christmas now."
Lately, many of us (blog buddies) have been posting about the wait. And how apropos since we are in the season of waiting in the Church. As many have pointed out, there is a great dichotomy in this wait, no matter what it is we are waiting for, because while we know we need to have trust in the Lord, we also feel as if our lives are on hold in the meantime. Our vocations are not being fulfilled. What do we do with that?
As I spoke on the phone with Sew the other day, we talked about how, as much as we desire children right now, we also wonder from time to time if this childless living is a blessing. A time in our lives that we will NEVER be able to get back once we do have children. In our hearts, we know that someday, somehow, we will be parents... even if it takes 10 years. So what's the rush?
On the other hand, perseverance is a grace, I believe. As long as what we desire is good and holy, I feel strongly that God wants us to "fight" for it. Never going against His almighty will, of course, but also never giving up. To truly embrace our cross, no matter what it is, we must keep our focus on the Resurrection. When Jesus carried His cross, He didn't just resign to the fact that He was being put to death, throw up His hands and say, "OK, I give up." Rather, He struggled the entire way through His passion, getting up repeatedly throughout the flagellation, persevering every time he fell down with His cross.
I also think about St. Therese. When she knew she wanted to become a nun, she was devastated when she was told she was too young. All she had to do was wait a few years, but instead, she went as far as she could go (to the Holy Father himself) and pleaded her case. Was she going against God's will? I believe just the opposite. I think her perseverance made God happy. And as it turned out, she died at such a young age, that her extra few years in the convent really did make a difference in her life and in the lives of all she touched (and continues to touch as a Saint).
So where does that leave us? I think as Percolating Petals so eloquently put it, we need to recognize that we are walking a line in our present state of "Advent." But I think that line is shades of gray rather than the black and white of acceptance of our cross vs. denial of our cross. Many people may feel that in "fighting" for the end result, they are denying their cross, or just plain not being realistic. I like to see it more as perseverance- a perseverance that makes God happy.
I do believe we will all find our happy ending, even if it comes to us in ways we never would have imagined or planned for ourselves. It may be soon. It may be years from now. But it will come.
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow.
So, my dear blog friends... have yourselves a Merry little Christmas now.