This year, though, my “merry” has a short in it. The fuse went out. I’m struggling.
Lately, I’ve been focusing on all the things going “wrong.” We don’t have a house yet (been living with my in-laws since the end of July). My husband’s disability paperwork, which was supposed to be finished about 2 months ago, has not been completed yet, putting us in kind of a financial hold. I had to go and get a job to cover us until that all gets straightened out. On one hand, I didn’t have a problem with that, but it does put a strain on our homeschooling schedule and my freelance editing business launch. And with all that, I don’t think I’ve touched my WIP since before Thanksgiving.
It just seems that at every turn, something is going wrong, and I’m letting it get to me.
Something dawned on me earlier today, though. This season is not about me. It’s not about me at all.
This season is about celebrating the birth of Christ.
This season is about the joy in the fullfilment of that birth.
This season is about the blessings we have received, and the one promised by Christ.
This season has absolutely nothing to do with me–and everything to do with Him.
What am I portraying to others if I’m letting the trials of this life take my focus off of Christ? If I’m letting my light grow dim in my own frustration?
Where I am at this moment in time is not near as important as the celebration of God’s gift to the world. What I am doing in the day to day is not as important as the celebration of the eternity made available to us in Heaven.
Jesus is the reason for the season, and I would do well to remember that. I will not let this fallen world steal my joy!