|"I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, and asking him to love her."|
In the icy wind and frigid temperature.
Nope. Not next week.
I also need him to hang my new canvas print I found on Etsy.
Oh, and also move the curtain rod in the guest room so I can properly hang the new
Things have been more tense and anxious around here than a normal Christmas because we are also preparing for Rod's Mom's memorial service.
A grieving season amid the celebrating season can be confusing and emotionally charged.
Rod , along with all the kids, are speaking at the service. This has caused a bit of turmoil. Rod wants to honor his Mom's memory, but public speaking is especially abhorrent for him. You'd think I'd go easier on him.
You might be wrong.
I can be very focused
You might be shocked if you could read my mind.
Thank goodness you can't.
So, I'll just tell you, instead.
"Yeah, sure, I'll bake those Christmas cookies."
"Yep, I'll have them over for a dinner."
"Whelp, I'd better decorate that Christmas tree.
"Oh, no! I still have to buy three more gifts."
Well, Merry Christmas to you, too.I'm probably not all that bad,
Anxiety tends to make usually enjoyable tasks into burdensome chores.
So I need to stop. Now.
I need to remember.
Remember and be awed and be humbled and be thankful.
Reading the Christmas story in Luke this morning and putting everything back into perspective.
This is what matters.
I am just His child, standing in front of her God, as He asks me to "Be still and know".
I can do that.
He is just a husband, standing in front of his wife and asking her to make a pizza so he can have it while he watches the Seahawks game.
I can do that, too.