“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.”
Well friends, we made it. Christmas has been accomplished. The LORD has come! I can only hope you’re basking in the love and joy and peace and hope of the season. I am pleased to report that after an atypical Christmas season (Ev got sick AGAIN, and happily shared his germs with me), my heart is full and my eyes are watery (in a good way, not a sickness way, but I can see where you’d get confused).
I love getting our tree down immediately, but it’s still up. There are still presents to put away. Our recycling container is completely full and can take no more until garbage pickup comes in two days.
And do you know what?
I’m okay with it. All of it.
I have spent so much of my life ready, waiting for the next thing. Preparing and planning and forgetting to savor the moment. The Christmas decorations are down before the egg nog is finished. The new toys are safely tucked into new storage containers and feel old and part of the scenery before they are played with once. All the stress of Christmas has barely dissolved before the stress of January arrives, with new year expectations and responsibility and, if you live in Michigan or a similar climate, snow.
I am not suggesting you stop all of your plans and preparations. If I were, this whole blog would be a huge waste. I’m learning that being premeditated means allowing for balance — times of heavy scheduling and times of rest. Rest doesn’t feel deserved without work before it, and work without rest leads to breakdowns (plural).
I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. Welcome, 2016, and all you’ll bring with you — but I don’t get into you with any concrete expectations beyond love, peace, joy, hope, and Christ — the pillars of Advent, to carry me through the year.
Wishing you all blessings and balance now and as the new year begins.