From Christmas Pressure to Peace
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Except for your house, on Christmas Eve, with presents still to wrap, dinner preparations to make, and out-of-town company to host. Your kids are hopped up on anticipation and sugar cookies, taking their usual volume of 10 to 100. The only thing silent is the screaming voice in your head telling you to cancel Christmas this year. And the only thing holy about this night is the run in your tights that won't be subdued by clear nail polish.
The celebration has turned into commiseration. If Christmas is supposed to be a time to celebrate Jesus, the Prince of Peace, then how have we wound up feeling no peace and all this pressure?
The Prince of Peace
Christmas is coming! I'm sure you're full of joy and jubilation! Your tree is trimmed, your stockings are hung, and all that's left to do is sit by the fire with a glass of eggnog. Christmas is the most peaceful time of the year.
If that describes you, then you're in the minority!
For most moms, the weeks leading up to Christmas are filled with long lists, busy schedules, and stressed emotions. You swing back and forth between excitement and overwhelm as you work hard to create the best Christmas experience for your family and friends.
God is not real. The words echoed through my head. I say it again out loud: “God is not real." The uncertainty of my convictions bring fear. After 28 years of believing in God I was now questioning everything. What did I really believe? Does a world with no God make sense to me? Did a world with God make sense? I didn’t know, and that felt terrifying.