Painter Artist Mom (PAM) tells this story from my childhood. I was four or five, and it was a snowy day. With great care, PAM bundled me from head to toe in puffy snow clothing. The process wasn’t a quick thing, and by the time she finished bundling me, I said in my sing-song voice these famous words.
Mommy, I need to go potty….
Imagine it. What a star child I was that day!
PAM didn’t tell me to tough it out and “hold it”. She patiently took apart every layer to get to the bottom of things. Or mine, anyway, baring it so I could “go”. And then the re-bundling began.
That story is what I think about every time I bundle up in snowy weather. What a patient mom!
Although winter isn’t my favorite season, December is one of my favorite months of the year. It’s not because of the weather. December is a favorite for all it means. Long ago, our Savior entered the world. Every December, we stop the craziness of life for a time – a pause – to celebrate Jesus’ birth.
We’ve added lots of reasons for the Christmas rush. We did that, not Jesus. He is Peace. He brings us His peace. Surely He prefers we live in His peace.
This wasn’t a peaceful week in our home. A family situation brought sadness. I tried to bring normalcy by decorating for Christmas. When putting up the tree, I discovered half of the lights were out.
Tuesday brought Spunky Daughter’s birthday (21!), and we were to take her to a nice dinner to celebrate. Instead, we were in the storm shelter for rounds of tornadoes around us. I hated it for her. It was supposed to be special!
Every day brought a new problem. One day I received a damaging phone call. Another day our well went out. Two days without water.
Late in the week, I rounded the corner and discovered Winston ($%^#@&?!!!) chewing our angel tree topper that’s been in my family since around the time PAM bundled me repeatedly in that snowsuit. Fifty years of memories and fondness over a simple Christmas tradition.
That was the last straw. I’d had it. And, I blew. (Poor HH!)
Many people in Gatlinburg lost homes last week. Others suffered tornado damage. People are suffering at bedsides of sick relatives. So why was I crying over this smaller-than-anything thing?
It’s only a thing!
I say all this to encourage you. I needed Jesus’ peace this week. Many others needed it, too.
We have God’s Peace when we ask Him to fill us with His Peace.
As the tree stands bare with replacement lights ordered, water is flowing in our house again. The tree will get decorated…eventually. HH found a replacement angel on-line. The birthday celebration happened the next day. I forgave the person on the other end of the phone call. They didn’t ask for it, but they got it.
Family members are still in pain, but I know God can fix it. We have His Peace.
My week was a reminder to be intentional this season. To slow down. Focus on what’s important. Don’t stress over the small stuff.
How peaceful is your December so far? Ask God to fill you with the peace that Jesus brings. It’ll help. I promise. Most importantly, God promises.