I have decided not to get stressed during this holiday season. So…if you come on over for a visit and the bathroom’s not clean, sorry, I didn’t get to that. And if my meal is less than perfect, have grace (after you say grace). And if my tree doesn’t look like something out of a magazine, that’s Ok--every time I look at it, I laugh because Luke always creates an aviary by putting all of his bird ornaments on one side. It’s alright if all my kids get is oranges and toothbrushes and lighters (for Cole--he’s a pyromaniac) in their stockings this year. They won’t even remember next year (unless Cole burns the house down). What they will remember, though, is the time spent at the table eating and playing games and talking and laughing; and the experiences of cutting the tree, baking goodies, and hanging out as a family.
I’m choosing to enjoy the holiday season this year by not expecting everything to be perfect. I will get done what I get done…and what I don’t, oh well. Life is so much more than presents and decorations and perfectly cooked meals—and well-thought out blog posts (although I do hope to have some time to write those).
God has already shown us perfection when He sent His Son as a tiny baby--and when that same Son died on a cross for our imperfections and our unholiness. Now we are His children! His heirs! His ambassadors! Meditate on that for awhile.
Thanksgiving is what we should feel at this time of year—not stress—so, I’m going to go with that. And I think you should too.
Relax. Enjoy. Count your blessings. Get some sleep.
Can I hear an Amen?
But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law, to redeem those under law, that we might receive the full rights of sons. Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba, Father.” So you are no longer a slave, but a son; and since you are a son, God has made you also an heir.