…and we’ve just made it through another Christmas season.
Being realistic through the shopping frenzy, chaotic cooking, calendar contortions, and sleep deprived days seems utterly impossible. At least for me it has been till this year.
Maybe it was age. Or maybe it was the lack of little kids around with expectant eyes allowing me to view the glitter and glory of the season through their excitement.
Whatever it was… This was the year I didn’t feel the need to drive myself crazy trying to fulfill everyone’s expectations. Only one kind of cookie was made. (We survived.) Not ALL the decorations were put out. (The house was still festive.) A gigantic meal for a house full of people was not made. (We didn’t starve.)
After all these years of trying to make Christmas magical and special for everyone, what I discovered was I’m NOT the wonderful savior of Christmas.
The little baby that gets lost in the wrapping paper is.
JESUS IS THE PERFECTION OF CHRISTMAS.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime to learn a lesson. (I’m sure there are more in my future.)
I hope as this year comes to a close and 2017 comes over the horizon that you will find peace and balance and clarity of thought. And that you give yourself permission to rest and replenish often.
Until next time…