A Recovering Perfectionist’s Christmas
As a recovering perfectionist, can I tell you that
this time of year really
tests my tizzy triggers.
I want to do everything perfectly,
meet everyone’s needs,
satisfy everyone’s wish list
and be of good cheer as I do it.
That’s not what happened this year.
No, I sent checks – but they were hand written if that counts for anything.
No, I sent an email with a picture of Mr. 4-Ever and I at a lovely country club
where we were the guests of generous friends.
(I used this photo because my own tree has only been up for about 10 minutes and
this is the only picture we have with a Christmas background this year.)
We got our tree up so late, I considered not even bothering with ornaments.
No, Mr. 4-Ever and I ate leftover spaghetti in front of the TV because
this isn’t our year to have the children at our house.
I could be discouraged and disappointed and even depressed,
but this season isn’t supposed to be
ALL ABOUT the gifts and the guests.
It’s about Jesus’ birth.
So, I’m taking a deep breath and letting go of perfectionism.
If your Christmas ended up being less than perfect too,
remember that this side of heaven, perfection is impossible,
but it is curable.
Merry Imperfect Christmas!
Scripture Refresher: For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. (Isaiah 9:6 NIV)
Prayer: We praise you, God, for being perfect and for being patient with us as we strive to do our best and falling so short. We celebrate your gift of Jesus today and thank you for loving us so much. Amen.