I freaking love December. It may be a bit excessive. But I love fall and then the holidays hit and it’s like all sorts of crazy explodes and my head about pops off my body out of sheer excitement and distraction from all the pretty lights. I like sparkly things. Like a lot.
And I really like me some Christmas. Like a lot.
I was that kid who couldn’t sleep Christmas Eve. I’m still that adult. The hubbs doesn’t worry about the kids waking him up before Jesus gets up on Christmas Day, he worries about me. I. Just. Can’t. Handle. It. I love everything about this month between Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. The twinkling lights. The glowing candles. The songs…don’t even get me started on the songs. And I’m growing a huge love for Advent. This year I’m trying to really dig into these four weeks that lead up to the coming King. Ann Voskamp and The Greatest Gift is my new best friend, y’all. There is just so much magic in this holiday, from the love story of our Savior to the most perfect snowflakes.
But I know there is much sorrow in this season as well. We live in a broken world. One where what was once perfect is now tarnished with the cloud of humanity. Our little rock is covered in pain and sorrow and the depths of this make my heart ache. Too many are used, abused and cast aside and often it seems to overwhelming to even scratch the surface to make a difference.
Last year I watched as many of my friends joined together to bring awareness and advocate for those caught in the horrors of human trafficking. It doesn’t sound very Christmas-y, does it? Elf-on-the-Shelf doesn’t really invoke thoughts of social justice. But here’s the the thing-while I’m sitting in my Scentsy scented living room with my twinkly lights, wrapping my Thirty-One Things presents and placing them under the tree, there are people in this world who are suffering beyond measure. That doesn’t feel so Christmas-y to me. Most of the time I think things like But I’m just one girl, what can I do? or I don’t have the extra money to be a philanthropist like I’d love to be, so what difference can I make? Well while I am just one girl and I certainly don’t have a rockin’ bank account, I do have some dresses in my closet.
Yep, you read that right. I have dresses in my closet. Not a ton of them, I’ve got more skirts than anything, but it’s the dresses that make a difference. See, those friends I mentioned earlier, the ones who were advocating? They were part of a movement called Dressember, an organization linked with International Justice Missions and A21 that raises money to help abolish human trafficking, exploitation and other forms of violent oppression. The amazing thing was that none of them make massive changes by doling out mega checks. They did something super simple-they wore a dress. For thirty one days, starting on December 1st, these ladies donned their leggings, tights and dresses to show the beauty of autonomous femininity. All month they chronicled their dress-wearing and in doing so helped to free others like them around the globe.
This girl, this one girl sitting here in the twinkle-light living room can do that. This girl with the not so amazing checking account has a closet with dresses. This one girl can make a difference. Want to join me?