Every single Christmas I go through this. I start mentally hyperventilating about the stuff that is coming into my home in the form of Christmas presents.
I feel bad about my feelings of doom and gloom. I do. I know that family members mean well. I just get overwhelmed by the stuff.
I realize part of my angst is because I don’t have the same budgetary means to match their gift giving generosity. No matter that some of them don’t have the budgetary means either.
Intellectually, I know that as a family of 7 our income has to go a lot farther. We simply can’t do what other people can do.
Intellectually, I know I should feel blessed by the generosity of the people in my life. Just this weekend, a neighbor dropped off 3 coats she couldn’t wear anymore, just for me. The same neighbor gave us a bed, mattress, and two sets of sheets last weekend because she didn’t need them anymore for her son who is in Afghanistan.
I also realize that I bless a lot of people in my life whenever I can.
It’s just what I do.
So, I’ll work through my stuff angst again, and all the accompanying feelings. I don’t want to judge others for their choices. I wouldn’t want to be judged for mine. We all make imperfect choices.
I’ll focus on what my pastor shared at Thanksgiving: