With Christmas just days away, people are getting frantic. Fortunately, I have most of my shopping done, but the amount of cars and people out and about each night I’m becoming increasingly more irritated.
Yesterday my friend shared with me a column written in our local paper by Betsy Wright Rhodes. It was a calming way to refocus and think about what’s truly important, and no, it’s not the rage I feel towards all of the horrible drivers of the world. Her column is below:
As I write this column, just days before Christmas, I am filled with a wonderful kind of peace.
The house is a wreck, no decorations are up and I haven’t baked a single morsel. Still-boxed holiday cards sit on my desk. The shopping isn’t complete. And yes, I have a column to write.
It’s a columns about how many of us perfectionist women have gotten trapped into thinking we have to be all, do all and smile always. How do we do the Christmas thing and everything else we normally do? Well, we can’t–at least not without sacrificing something that should not be sacrificed this time of year: Love.
Since 7 am, I’ve snapped at my husband, yelled at my daughter and practically shoved my youngest out the door to catch the bus.
And then, something miraculous happened. A check of my e-mails revealed a message from a friend.
Now, I’m focused on the real reason for the season. I’m focused on God’s gift of love to humanity in the form of a tiny baby named Jesus. Now, instead of trying to create a facsimile of love with fancy decorations and pretty packages, I’m simply going to be love to my family and friends.
And so, with peace in my heart, I pass on this bit of wisdom–1 Corinthians 13, the Christmas version: