I love to get Christmas Cards from friends and relatives that are the newsletter type. I even save them for years, a habit I must break or get them in that years photo album. Sometimes when the mailman has brought a lot, I am unhappy that I don't have time to spend with them. They get set aside for a quiet moment. These Christmas letters refresh me. Sometimes they are full of activity, telling me everything that has gone on in the persons family. It is a phenomena of the times. In the West, "we are what we do". I wonder if the family understands that they are more than what they do. Yet the wondering doesn't keep me from enjoying their doing, to the fullest. I am in awe of the creative energy that is expended in each persons life. I can imagine most times that the activity was done in faith hope and love.
I have this inconsistency of thought. I enjoy Christmas Card newsletters from others but when I write one, my girls roll their eyes. So my memory of the eye roll cripples my ability to let go and do the same. I don't really want to tell everyone what we are doing, all the activity is somewhat embarrassing to me. Why is that? I don't get it? I have done less this year. NO running the kids around to do Christian Youth Theater, no extra drives to music lessons. I am learning what concerns are really part of my "life call" and what are strivings from the pressures of this culture. I have to consider carefully the "life call" of my children as well and that can be tricky because they have a way of pressuring mom too. How to be true to the person God is calling me to become and be, and my children to, is an art form.
With that said I wrote a Christmas Card this year, Dave edited all my Formation Science language, the 'eye rolling' material. It is hard to take. So I followed his advise and took all that stuff out. Then we talked. I really don't believe people want to know about me, Dr. Muto might say that is false humility. We came up with this solution. This blogging forum is perfect for people like me. If you WANT TO KNOW, or have the TIME, you can CHOOSE to read and I don't have to know. I do not impose myself on your mailbox. So false humility or not. I can write my Christmas Card, sign it with my blog-site, and give the loved ones the option if they wish to visit me anonymously. My family is not embarrassed about what I say, because it didn't hit your mailbox. If you type into your browser my blog, you asked for it. I hope your heart lays down as mine does when I read your letters, but if it doesn't, that is ok too. Life is so beautiful in my house, my greatest hope is that you too share this joy in yours. We aren't perfect, we are living this journey in hopes of greater unity with the Holy Trinity; Father, Son and Holy Ghost, one day at a time. Just like the rest of humanity.
In anticipation of my next epiphany, seeing Jesus in you,
Rhonda
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