In November, I started to panic about the upcoming December. I spent the first part of December being nervous and stressed about living up to all expectations and traditions. I wish to be a joyful wife and mother who produces beautiful Christmas decorations and bakes delicious cookies. But I fear, I stall, I fail. It’s the 18th of December and I’m not prepared for Christmas, not at all.
What is the meaning of the stress and materialism we lie under the Christmas tree every year? Do we believe we need to stress and strive for perfection so our families can love us? What really makes our children happy?
The reason for the season
I’m taking a break from my worries and look at a photo of a nativity. Baby Jesus, the reason for season.
What can we do to live up to Jesus’ expectations? What can we do to be loved and saved?
NOTHING
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