I am feeling a little let down and not so cheery this Christmas, and I ought to be ashamed of myself! I’m blessed beyond measure! I have a great life, a wonderful Savior, a pretty darn awesome husband, a loving family, great friends, the RGDJ*, way more than I will EVER need to eat, far more clothes in my closet than I need, and a warm dry place to sleep. I am doing better than 98% of the world’s population.
So why, then, do I set myself up to kill my own joy? What kind of person DOES THAT? For instance: I am hosting my book club Christmas party at our house, and it worries me. Why am I more stressed about making our home look attractive than I am looking forward to my friends coming over? Why do we (we = women) compare ourselves (and our homes) to death? (Damn you, Pinterest.)
Kathy is much thinner than I’ll ever be… Lisa got married when she was really young and is still living the happily ever after, Tonya has a big ole house on the lake, Natalie has puppies, and Mollie gets to live right next door to her parents. But they are some of my people, and I love them, and intellectually I am SURE they’re not coming to my house to judge.
So why, when I put out this Christmas/winter decor, which is my husband’s old sled that he risked life and limb to drag down out of the barn FOR ME because I asked him to, instead of seeing that history and connection to the farm and great memories, do I see that there is green mold on the siding?
As I said, that is my sweet husband’s sled, and I made it look all Christmasy and festive. What is WRONG with me – the me who is usually peppy and positive and happy – that all I see in this picture is the siding that needs a scrub brush and some bleach?
That’s it. I’m done with being negative. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I tend to SEE THE GOOD, and often I try to BE THE GOOD. I refuse… REFUSE I TELL YOU, to be bummed out this Christmas season. Yes, there are sad things going on in the world. Yes, there are sad things going on in my own family. But
Luke 2:11-14 (KJV)
11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
and that, my friends, is the reason for the season. Not the food, or the fam or the friends, or the tree, or the “stuff” under it. I’m blessed beyond measure and I hereby resolve to pull myself together and go back to being thankful.
And I am thankful for every person who has been so kind and encouraging as I resolve to “come out of the blogging closet.”
- Redneck Girl’s Dream Job