15 outfit changes. Snapping at the children. Last minute frustration that we don’t have anything to wear. Running late, again. Why isn’t the house perfectly clean? If only we had nicer furniture or a bigger house for all our guests.
If only! Why? Arghhhh!
“It’s the most wonderful time of the yearâ€¦”
Sometimes it doesn’t seem like it. Sometimes it just seems like an expensive reminder that we fall short of the Currier and Ives standard. We don’t match up to the Hallmark commercials, the Christmas movies, the perfect people, perfect holiday homes and perfectly happy families.
I’ve been there. I’ve done that. And now I fight it with everything I have.
And what I have is a secret weapon that allows me to walk into any occasion in complete confidence.
My secret weapon? Prayer.
“Um, wow, Kat. A bit cliche today, are we?”
Um, yeah. If the cliche fits, wear it.
When I pull up to a perfect holiday party filled with perfect people and I’m feeling horribly less than, I think of all the people that intimidate me. And then I pray for them.
Something Like This…
“God, thank you for Sarah! Thank you that she challenges me and inspires me to be more than I am. I pray that you would bless her home. Make it a place of peace, comfort and security; rich with stories of Your faithfulness.
I pray that she would find all her confidence and hope in you.
Tonight, I ask that the words that come from my mouth would be ones not intended to draw attention to myself but ones that give you fame. I can’t bring joy, heal hurts or restore like you can. Do those things through me tonight in the heart of each person I talk to.
Give me the words to speak and ears to listen. To listen well. Thank you for the privilege of being with these people, Your children. May my thoughts, actions and words bring only life.
You are good. What an honor and privilege to walk into that room with Your name, my definition.”
Can I Get an Amen?
You just got the smackdown.
There goes the Enemy’s failed attempt to make me take my eyes off of Jesus; his backfired strategy to get me to draw attention to myself. Insteadâ€¦he got served a crazy dose of in-your-face comparison crushing compassion.
He tried to weasel his way into the party, and his invitation just got revoked.
Somebody else is coming with me instead.
Bam!!! I am so ready to party.
Don’t just dress up, pray up. And I daresay it will be a holiday to remember.
(This post is part of WFMW.)