I was told recently that I am a bit of a perfectionist. I don’t usually think of that term as a positive quality. If I really think about my character, I do tend to like things just the way I like them. Family photos…yes I usually have something in my head I want and can’t be satisfied until it is just right. Gifts wrapped just right…yep…that’s true. I feel like this Christmas I winged a lot of things. Christmas cards turned into New Years cards (hopefully), a life to hectic to really shop for gifts, and no time to even think about hand making something, bows not even on the presents I wrapped, a Christmas tree barely decorated and with lights measly tucked in (you can only imagine what happens to those lights when the tree falls over…yep..start over) and just flying by the seat of my pants to pull of any Christmas traditions. I keep saying, “it is what it is,” but deep down I feel like somehow I should have done more.
I keep being reminded of the word grace. I so rarely offer that to myself. And when you are well…”a perfectionist..” there is little room for grace. I am reminded of the story of Jesus’ birth and how very simple the stable must have been…but how very amazing that moment must have been. Our Savior was born…to rescue us from ourselves! His beginnings were so humbling…and His life impacted so many lives. I so don’t want to get lost in the busyness and distraction this holiday can bring. I realize this year I have to let what I deem “perfect” pass and relish in the sweet moments before me. What amazing gifts I already have right in front of me!