The F Factor
No, dear, wrong “f” word. The one I had in mind was, ‘Forgotten’. Christ. Is He really the reason for the season? People will tell you He is, but their actions say otherwise. I don’t know about you but I did a whole lot of dying this Christmas. I do try not to have expectations, I really do. Even if they’re minimal. I learned years ago that to assume makes an ass out of you and me. And the last thing I want to be is an ass. Still, I did have hopes of mother daughter bonding, I must admit. Having invested monies I didn’t really have and driving for quite some time to see my oldest and dearest, I kind of thought I’d actually get to be with her. Wrong assumption, apparently.
Turns out a 23 year old’s idea of time with mom is to stand peeling apples for the apple pie she promised her coworkers. Regardless of the fact that mom happens to have a humungous migraine and her roommate has her whole family over, family who happen to adore Christmas music, the louder the better. What fun. Now you know how my Christmas Eve went. How did yours turn out? The way you planned? I’ll bet it did.
Correct me if I’m wrong but I kind of hoped I’d see her the next day, since it was Christmas Day after all. Wrong again. Well, actually, I did get to see her. And her adorable kitten. For an hour and a half. Oh yeah. Did I mention I did a lot of dying this Christmas?
I must admit, I did think of calling this blog Buried Hatchets but I wondered if anyone would get the point. A really good friend of mine once told me hurt feelings buried alive never die. I don’t know about you but I’ve found in life that if we don’t let go and bury our past, it will bury us. Science has proven the negative effect bad feelings have on the body, and the same goes for positive ones. Maybe our Creator was onto something when He said that what we think in our heart makes us what we are, huh? Ya think?
Since it’s a brand fresh new year an’ all, may I offer a suggestion? One I’m trying really hard to put into practice myself? Let it drop. It’s not worth it. Trust one who’s been there done that way too many times and has a closet full of T-shirts. Take today, for instance. Or not. I probably shouldn’t go there. Anyway, it was a long, really long day. I saw a T-shirt one time that said “Please cancel my subscription – I don’t need your issues.” Yep, today I can relate. The one thing keeping me sane this whole day is knowing that that the One who was, and is, and is to come holds my life in the palm of His hand. If it hadn’t been for Him I’m pretty sure I would have lost my ever-loving mind. The words of David in Psalm 27.13 rang truer today than they have for a long while. I would have despaired if I had not believed to see the goodness of God in the land of the living. Yeah. My thoughts exactly. How was your day?
Kari, the still living… I think…
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