All Christmas-ed Out?

Tonight when we got home from hopping around to different family members’ houses, I was exhausted. Pooped. Drained. I was glad it was all over – Christmas and all of the hoopla, all of the late-night CVSing shopping and present-wrapping. I was just glad to have my family home but I wasn’t pleased with the “Christmas mess” that waited for me here.

Then I sat down at my laptop and I read something that stopped me in my tracks. I’m going to share it with you, because if you’re like me -feeling “all Christmas-ed out” – you’ll probably need to hear it. I know a lot of people talk about “the true meaning of Christmas” – I certainly am one of those who does truly celebrate Jesus’ birth – but I still allow myself to get caught up in the hurry & scurry, even though I try not to.

Three weeks ago on December 5th, my sister-in-law Sarah’s dad was diagnosed with stage 10 leukemia. His name is Jerry Armstrong. It was a “do-not-pass-go, head directly to the hospital to start chemotherapy” deal. So he’s been there for three weeks, with his wife, two daughters, and two sons supporting him all the way, and with his ten grandchildren (including my niece & three nephews) missing him very much. He’s had complications, but through God’s power he is holding his own. The chemo did it’s job, but there are other things he’s fighting. He needs prayer, lots and lots of it, and so does his amazing family.

Jerry’s family maintains a great website through Caring Bridge and they post updates on his condition several times a day. I am always hungry for news about him so I check it about a million times a day. Here is what his wife Carolyn posted today that made me stop and re-focus. I hope you will all be able to do the same. Carolyn doesn’t know she is about to become a “guest blogger” but I think she & Jerry would love it. So here goes:

The Armstrong family Christmases have always been filled with traditions. That is not a bad thing. It helps bind families together.
This year all the traditions that were so important have been set aside. Nothing is the same. And yet, Christmas came. Quoting from Dr Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, “It came without ribbons. It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags! He hadn’t stopped Christmas from coming. It came! Somehow or other it came just the same.”
We know the reason it came is because of God’s indescribable gift to us. Jesus left the glory of heaven to come as a baby in a manger. His every physical need had to be cared for by another. What humility! He came to go through the ugliness of death on the cross so that we can have life everlasting.
We understand a little more this year about what Jesus did for us. Jerry’s physical needs have to be met by others. It is humbling. We have seen physical death all around us in the Marrow and Blood unit at the hospital. It is ugly! All of which makes the birth and death of Jesus more dear to us as we focus on the hope (certainty) of heaven.
We are rejoicing with you this day that Christmas is so much more than what we usually make it. It really is all about Jesus, God’s indescribable gift to each of us.
Carolyn

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and have a wonderful New Year, focusing on “God’s indescribable gift to each of us” each day.

All my praying people, please lift Jerry & family up in prayer! For real encouragement you can visit his website here.

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Taking Time to Stop and Smell the Blessings

It’s the mooooost wonderful tiiiiiime…of the year (sing it with me!) Unfortunately it can also be the most crazy, anxiety-inducing time of the year. We are all running around like overly-tightened (China-made) wind-up toys, beating down that path to Christmas day, but if we don’t take time to stop and chill a minute, we will soon bust a spring and just keel over and stop working. Seriously, what good are we going to be to anybody if we just flop over at the waist with our heads skimming the ground and our arms splayed out like the Y-M-C-A gone wrong?

NO GOOD!! No good, people!

So it’s time to quit! Quit running around. Finish your shopping online and pay for speedier shipping if need be. You’ll make it up in saved gas! Use the time you saved not walking the mall to read an extra story to your kiddos. Say “no” to that extra holiday party you really don’t have time (or have lost the will) to attend. Stay home. Be a family. Reeee-lax.

Lately I’ve just been feeling reallllllllllllllllly thankful. Thankful that God meets my family’s needs. Thankful I have a husband who works his butt off to provide for us. Thankful that I can be home with my kiddos every day. Thankful for Joshua’s funny phonics and Sophie’s tempestuous teething. (Still no teeth by the way. Zero. Zilch. Nada.)

I know Thanksgiving is past, but the time for thankfulness has not. I am so thankful for this season. I am so thankful for Christ’s birth, life, death, and resurrection. I am so thankful that God cares about me and my family. I am so thankful I can blog with my cousin, and I am so thankful that all three of you all read our musings.

Today my challenge to you is, stop being so busy being busy, and start getting busy hangin’ out with your peeps and being thankful. It’s way more fun and way less dangerous than getting into a fist fight over a parking space or clawing someone’s eyes out over that last $299 laptop at Best Buy. Do you want your kids’ Yuletide memories to be warm fuzzies of a happy, fun-to-be-with mama or therapy-session inducing tales of Stressy McSnappertons?

If you are picking up what I am laying down, slap down a comment full of gratitude. Tell me what you’re thankful for, or what you’re giving up to be happier at home this Christmas season.

Time for some kiddo cuddling! Blog atcha later!

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Deck the Halls with OCD

Last night, Kate was dying to decorate the Christmas tree, so Andy hauled in the boxes from the garage and we got to work.

Ok, Kate and I got to work. Andy watched “Shawshank Redemption” in the living room.

He does not like to decorate the Christmas tree. AT ALL. I’ve wondered why for many years, but last night it hit me.

As I may have mentioned, I’m a little neurotic, so as Kate hung ornaments last night, I found myself taking deep breaths and trying not to ruin the whole experience by flipping out about where exactly she hung them. After the first ten few times she responded with “Mommy, I get to hang this wherever I want to” when I calmly suggested an appropriate spot, I realized that this year’s tree wasn’t going to be as, uh, balanced as usual.

After a while, she called Daddy in to help. He, of course, couldn’t refuse such a request, so he joined us. As I packed up the empty boxes and watched them hang the last few ornaments on the tree, I heard Andy’s breathing becoming labored. Then I saw the steam coming out of his ears. And that’s when I figured out why he’s the Ornament Grinch.

You see, Andy’s got about five times the OCD I do. So if he could make sure that an ornament of a two inch diameter could be hung on every third branch, he would be in business. But our ornament collection is rather eclectic and he can’t stand the chaos. Add a three-year-old’s randomness into the mix and we’ve got a recipe for disaster.

He was trying hard to be patient, but I could see he was getting close to the breaking point.

“This is like when she mixes different colors of Play Doh together. You’re just going to have to let this go,” I advised.

A few ornaments later, we were done… and no one was too overly traumatized.

Here’s what our tree looks like in the areas where I hung ornaments.

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Here’s what it looks like where Kate hung ornaments.

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And here’s what I discovered when I looked a little more closely at Kate’s area.

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All of Daddy’s car ornaments are hanging in a row.

Isn’t that cute? Little preschooler OCD.

The apple ornament does not fall far from the tree.

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