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Many of my favorite bloggers have been posting lately about how to have stress free holidays. “10 days to a calm Christmas” etc. and truly, I love it. Our hearts are searching for peace on earth this holiday season.
Though I also long for peace, I haven’t taken the time to click a single one of those posts. I haven’t clicked because I already know.
The key to loving my holiday season is doing my best and letting go of the rest.
Simple to say, but only simple to do if I resolve it.
Currently, my Christmas lights aren’t up and the decoration boxes are still tucked in storage upstairs. We have a yearly Christmas tradition that is set to begin tomorrow morning, but I’m nowhere near ready. What am I going to do? Breathe. I’m going to let go, and get to it when I can. I’ll get there.
December 25th will come and it will be spectacular because my kid’s yearly Santa pictures are not required for the King of the World to be lifted high. Regardless of menus, lists, and recitals, we remember that He came anyway.
He died anyway.
He lives anyway.
So, let’s do ourselves a favor. Breathe!
My plan for a simple, meaningful Christmas is to be ok with store bought pies, late or possibly absent holiday cards, a forgotten tradition or two, and haphazard Christmas decorating assisted by my children. I will keep my favorite activities, do my best, and let go of the rest. I will be ok with taking time to read a book with my son or attempt a random Pinterest craft with my daughter, because I will remove the “busy” and the “have-to’s” from this holiday season replacing them with my want-to’s.
Like thousands of other bloggers, I’ll be posting soon about meaningful traditions and fun holiday ideas. But please remember, if you come upon a post, and, by simply reading the title, your blood pressure rises, keep scrollin’ sister. You don’t need that.
Remember, His presence gives an eternal thrill of hope and the weary world still rejoices.