As I spent time on social media, I began to feel a weight of expectations for my own life to match the life I was seeing of others. The more I strived to have the life I was seeing on social media, the less content I became and I began to question everything about myself. Finally, my husband called me out and I decided to fast social media and take my discontentment to the Gospel. Within a few days, I quickly realized that the content I was seeing seemed so scripted. Where was the authenticity? The more I prayed through my struggles, I felt the challenge to, in fact, live more "scripted", which brought me back to this blog I had created months prior. Except the “scripted” life I desire is one that is less scripted for likes and followers and more rooted in the Scripture—the Gospel, so that what I share with the world reflects the hope I profess, the grace I’m dependent on, and the glory of the Lord. As I prayed, I realized I wasn't the only person out there who desired this authenticity. I desire for this blog to be a safe place where others can come, just as they are, for genuine connection. I don't have it all together and I am tired of trying to. There is beauty in the simple, yet purpose-filled life. Grab a cup of coffee and stay a while. I pray that the Lord uses the words He gives me to encourage and give you hope along your path.
I didn’t want to be in our current house on Christmas. In August when we listed it, I dreamed of Christmas in a different house. One with more space and maybe an actual closet for my clothes. Yesterday we took communion as a family and sang praises to the King at a candlelight service, but I was on edge all morning. I snapped at Michael to “hurry and get ready—please”. It was that delayed kind of please that really means right now, better yet, five minutes ago or preferably before my head spins around.
And then I woke up this morning. Thank I had a roof over my head and who really cares where my clothes are stored, I have clothes, lots of them. I woke up to people I prayed (and a cat) that I prayed for. This has been the simplest Christmas and by far the best. I didn’t get caught up in all the things that I normally do, because I honestly couldn’t. Not working this year has shifted our lifestyle while opening my eyes to what matters the most. As a Christian, I know the meaning of Christmas. I sing the songs and read the Bible verses. But, this year. This is the first year of experiencing the wonder in the truth of the season. Maybe it’s because we couldn’t afford to get wrapped up in all the fluff or maybe it’s because I know I’m responsible for the understanding my daughter will have of Christmas—I don’t know. I just know that this Christmas has changed me. There wasn’t anything in the manger. God allowed the inn to be full, because He needed the surroundings to be simple so that the glory of the moment would not be missed. His glory. That’s what I’ve learned, sometimes God minimizes our surroundings to maximize His presence. Merry Christmas.
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