Christmas night, after the last present had been opened, after the last guest headed out into the cold night for their journey home, after the kids were tucked into their beds and the house had been tidied up, the Hubster and I sat across from each other, and smiled.
It has been a good Christmastime. The most peaceful that I can remember. I didn’t shop early this year. I didn’t fret about presents and food and outfits and general external perfection. I just let the season come on, slow and steady…
…and everything else fell into place.
Sometimes I’m very, very transparent on my blog. Most of the time, though, I tamper with the truth. Not Capital T Solid Foundational Truth, but the Truth About Myndi’s Life. I don’t like to vent here. I don’t like to add negativity, no matter how honest, to the online world. The Hubster and I both tend to hold our cards mighty close to our chests…we’re private people. We keep our greatest joys and our deepest hurts secret.
This Christmastime we’ve had plenty to hold close – joy and hurt, happiness and sorrow. Right now there’s a massive giant peering over our shoulders, and frankly, we’re holding our breath to see whether he’ll lift his foot and mash us to jelly, or reach down and lift us up in his clumsy hand (this, my spiritually-minded friends, is not me making some tongue-in-cheek reference to God. We’re simply in a precarious time where our life could easily go one way or the other).
Even though we know A Very Imminent Thing (For Better or For Worse) is waiting for us just around the bend, this Christmastime was filled with a peace that just didn’t make any sense. We had every reason to be filled with anxiety, and even fear, about this thing or that, but instead,
Peace reigned, and we were blessed.
It was our best Christmas yet.
May the rest of your year be filled with the kind of peace that knocks your socks off…