I needed this reminder today.
The past couple of weeks have been an exercise in emotional highs and lows, vacillating between the anticipation of this season and the disappointment with myself that I am not, well, more perfect. But in this moment, I am thankful that I don’t have to be.
We each carry expectations about what this season should be, what it should mean and how we should feel–all warm and fuzzy-like warm-woolen mittens. The fact that I have an elf-on-the-shelf with its head half chewed-off, compliments of a precocious puppy, in the top drawer of my dresser speaks to the fact that expectations are just that, expectations. They have no bearing on what will actually happen. Yet, one thing is true. One thing, we can expect.
Each year, God shows up.
Despite all the ugly and grim truths we have witnessed about mankind these last few weeks–that we are indeed not color-blind, that…
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