Our lives are a multitude of stories. Some are sad tales, some are filled with stomach wrenching laughter, and some are family legends that grow more epic each time they’re told. Join me this week as we curl up in our favorite spot in our virtual living room. The tree casting a twinkling glow. Hot chocolate, eggnog, and cookies sit in our laps. Our friends & family sit with us as we laugh, rejoice, & begin to share our tales of Christmas.
When Prudy asked me to write about a story, a Christmas story, I was a bit overwhelmed. Or underwhelmed. I guess I was just a little uncertain because although each year Christmas is good, & I am incredibly blessed, I usually go into it expecting something, whether it’s a certain thoughtful gift or having the perfect holiday experience. Each year I feel slightly let down, and the more I think about it, it’s because my heart isn’t where it should be. Christmas really isn’t about gifts, it’s not about that special someone to kiss under the mistletoe. I’ve been reflecting a lot the last month about what I really want Christmas to mean to me, the actual reason we celebrate it, and have discovered (way late in the game) that it’s not about me. We celebrate it because of Jesus and His ultimate sacrifice for us. He came from glory and lived a sinless life, which is much more than any of us have, or will, ever do, and then to top it off, he suffered a terrible death. He lived knowing that He was going to die for us, and I get upset about not getting the great gift that I wanted, or get disappointed when I don’t get to ‘experience’ Christmas the way that seems perfect. This year, I’ve been purposing in my heart to think on Him, of Him, and the love that He must certainly have for us. I want to remember the greatest gift of all when I reflect on December 2010 and the different things we did to ‘celebrate’. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want to purposely change the pattern I’m in of expecting unimportant things just because it’s Christmas and change the way that this story will be told. I’m not sure what this Christmas story will look like, but I’m hoping that I can look for ways to see joy and love and to feel His grace in the unexpected places.
Mandie is one of the most crafty people I know. She is wife to Gabe. And is an Albuquerque transplant from Michigan. You can check out her blog and follow her on Twitter. She also has an Etsy shop: Moxie Mandie.
On Friday, Dec. 24th, we will have a link up for all of us to share our Christmas stories, and I’ll have a giveaway.