Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year, but it also seems to be the most chaotic time of year. I see chaos within my friends preparing for finals week and I see chaos withing everyone trying to make Christmas perfect.
It is no secret that I am in love with the Christmas season. There is a great amount of joy and I am a lover of all the music, twinkling lights, movies, treats, ugly sweaters, and everything in between.
While there is an increase in joy, there is a corresponding increse in pressure: pressure to make everything perfect.
Of the last 4 Christmases, I have been in treatment for 3, 2 of which were spent away from home and out of state, either recovering or preparing for stem cell transplants. Last Christmas, I was pretty sick and I was doing good to eat a solid meal or get dressed by myself. While my family went out of their way to celebrate Christmas, my altered state meant that I physically (and perhaps mentally) did not feel like participating in activities as much as I typically would.
This makes it easy for me to want to throw this Christmas season into overdrive. I want to do ALL of the things and have all of the experiences. If the last five years have taught me anything, it is that time is never promised and lost time can never be returned.
While I have nothing to complain about with this season of life, I find myself getting stressed easily. I am stressed about finding the perfect gift, decorating my tree just right, if I edited that research paper enough, the amount of sleep I am getting (or not getting), how I will memorize all of the terms for my Language and Grammar final, and so on.
As I was driving to class one day this week, I began to reflect on how far I have progressed in the last year. Last year, I only dreamed of being where I am today. The most exciting part of my day was being able to eat a small french fry order from McDonald’s or having the strength to move from the bed to the couch for my nap.
I say all of this to say: this Christmas season is already perfect. I have friends, family, and another unpromised day. If my finals are a flop and I never find the perfect gifts, everything will still be OKAY.
I have learned to find beauty in the most mundane moments. The smell of hot coffee, my favorite song on the radio, and snuggles with my dog are some of my favorite moments.
“He saved us, not by works of righteousness that we had done, but according to His mercy” Titus 3:5
Medicine has failed me many times, yet I am miraculously seeing a new day. I have no doubt that today is possible for me because of God’s mercy. That alone is reason enough to find joy in mundane moments, because they were not promised to me, or to any of us.
I want to challenge you to focus on finding joy in the mundane moments during this season of advent, instead of stressing about what will ultimately be irrelevant.
xoxo- Kaden Peebles