This month on Pastor’s Wives, I share a little about Christmas expectations, contentment, and–of course–Mary.
It goes a little like this…
Before we had children, it didn’t matter to me for some reason. I would have celebrated Christmas at a dirt track if that’s where we happened to be. But once we had children, I found myself dreaming about a perfect Christmas.
My perfect Christmas didn’t have to have snow on the ground, although that would have helped, but everyone would get up early, though not too early. They would gladly wait to open presents while drinking coffee/hot chocolate. The kids would be quiet while we read the Christmas story (or maybe even acted it out). We would have a time of prayer and thanksgiving around the tree. Everyone in the family would enjoy the food, spontaneously burst into carols, and get along. And most importantly, we would be at home.
Are you laughing yet? Because the perfect Christmas never happens.
So pop over there to read the rest of the story. You can leave a comment there or come back here. I’d love to hear what you think about Christmas perfection…or Mary…or making plans…or that funny picture of me at the bottom of the post.
The first #Christmas: Mary’s plans may not have fallen into place, but God’s did. via @Carole_Sparks @pwconnect (click to tweet) #perfection #incarnation
By the way, if you’re wondering about my inspiration, look no further than Barbara Robinson’s The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. We read it every year! On the last page, the narrator says,
As far as I’m concerned, Mary is always going to look a lot like Imogene Herdman–sort of nervous and bewildered, but ready to clobber anyone who laid a hand on her baby.
(c) Carole Sparks
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