(or rather the letting go of the perfect Christmas)
In the beginning of December I wrote:
«I want to decorate less and to bake more.
I want to spent as much time as possible with my children
and as little time as possible shopping.
We will see how this works out... ;-)»
How did it work out?
The truth is : the moment I wrote these lines above some weeks ago, I had this mental picture in of me in a clean apron , in a neat and clean kitchen surrounded by happy children. (Come on, we all have our percect christmas pinned down on pinterest and/or in our heads.)
For me this perfect picture I'm so often creating in my mind can destroy the beautiful reality I have.
Yes, I worked little in December. I spent much time with the children. We baked more than we did in years. We did a ton of crafts.
And the kitchen was rarely clean.
The kids showed attitudes we had to work with in between. I never got around to order a Christmas card (again)... and the cookies were eaten one or two days after they were baked. Tomorrow we await Mr Vikings brother and family, who will stay with us for Christmas. The guest room is still a total mess.
This is my perfect Christmas. :)
Hey, but the tree comes close to my mental pinterest christmas! ;)
And if I crave a little more perfection than I can find within our house (and within my heart) I turn to Händels «Messias».
«For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.»
«And He shall reign for ever and ever»
This line always makes me so happy.
Yesterday, a friend wrote on facebook :
«He is not a baby. He is, still, a _real_ man. A royal man. A priest forever. He is Jesus. He is God. I am - and feel - totally lost and empty without Him. I am totally saved and totally satisfied with Him.»
He is my perfection.