“If I can get the presents wrapped and put away the piles of laundry surrounding my feet, then I’ll be able to relax and enjoy the season,” I thought to myself.
That thought was immediately followed by the realization that there’s always going to be an if, then. There’s always something left to do. That’s when I decided that, with Christmas only a few days away, I can’t put off enjoying the season any longer, that peace and comfort and joy are a state of mind, a state of being, and that I needed to find a way to quiet my soul, regardless of my to do list.
I thought skipping church this morning, since we’re going to Christmas Eve service tomorrow, would give me a little time to unwind, relax and enjoy some much-needed peace and quiet. It is not.
Instead I feel guilty. Guilty for idolizing down time. Guilty for putting everything else before Him. Just guilty.
But, there’s always grace. Grace in conviction. Grace in that there’s still time to get dressed and go to church.
Grace in a family who just took it in stride when I announced that we are going to church this morning. I’m starting to feel better already.
See you in class,