I was thinking January-ish thoughts the other day, like gee this bathmat is tattered and I should replace it. White sale!
My jeans sure are feeling tight—I’ll have to either give up sweets or buy new jeans—in January. The dentist called to confirm an appointment for next month. The expiration date on the three cartons of heavy cream in the fridge is for 2012.
How can this be? It’s not even here, but Christmas feels almost over.
This is when I really need to hunker down and focus on Jesus. The parties are behind me, the decorating, the wonderful whirlwind of it all. It’s time for family and family and more family. (The kids are out of school for weeks, and I’m glad. Mostly.) It’s not my birthday, it’s not my birthday…
How was your Christmas? People ask this well into the new year. My Christmas? At some level, Christmas just is.
In my efforts to have the best, holiest, most wonderful time of the year, I lose sight of the unchangeable. Love came down and put on humility and lived and died for us. For me.
The Spouse will do what he does every year after Christmas. I’ll cry while I pack away ornaments and talk about how flat and dull and sparse the house feels, and he’ll look at me and say, “Jesus still came.”
Jesus in January. Yes, of course. The crutch of Christmas will have been yanked away, but I’ll still be walking with the One I love, and, better yet, who loves me. Even when I’m pouting, or, in this case, pre-pouting.
My Mom always felt a sadness in January and the bare house would only make it worse. She started decorating with snowmen in January..just to help keep things feel less bare. As an adult, I actually look a little forward to January and all the fun snowman and snow decorations! I even eye cute snow themed decorations in the Christmas decor and hope they will be there for the after Christmas half off sale!