The pressure to acquire more, find the perfect gift, make the lights on my pre-lit tree twinkle flawlessly … six days into the Advent season and I feel my joy leaking out. There seems to be little I can do to staunch it.
A careless act on the part of a child sends a beloved ornament crashing to the floor, shattered in an instant. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for the venomous words I will surely spew. A quiet warning whispers in my head, a verbal caution flag to make a different choice … miraculously, I do. For once I’m not undone by the fragments at my feet. For once his heart isn’t undone by my hurtful words. It’s just a thing, I whisper in his ear, pulling him close for a hug.
It can’t undo the dozens of times I’ve lost it over similar perceived offenses. These alleged assaults on my carefully orchestrated domain of perfection. But it’s a start. Just for a second, I think maybe I’ve plugged the hole by choosing grace.
I’m fighting for joy this season, friends. While the world encourages me to strive for a fleeting, impossible standard, I hope this Advent season reminds me there is lasting value in pursuing peace, demonstrating love, and waiting in hopeful expectation.
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