My body feels like I worked out yesterday. (But I didn’t.) When I awoke this morning and performed my routine stretch with my arms in the air, cracks and pops betrayed my younger self–the one that perceives herself as only thirty.
The culprit to my pain was not the gym. . . it was decorating for Christmas.
I spent the latter part of yesterday pulling out the treasures stored in blue plastic boxes all year long. I must confess that just as every year, after I unpacked the decorations, I wanted to go to the store to buy more pretties.
It’s tempting, but this year, I’m going to keep it simple. Not just because of my aching muscles, but because I’m hoping less will be more and that focusing on family and memories will help me. . .
[tweetability]Keep it simple to keep the focus on Jesus.[/tweetability]
Wreaths now hang on each window of my home bow-less because their red ribbon faded. But I like it.
The tree stands laden with ornaments made and purchased when my children;s hands were small and chubby. Rather than trying to make the tree resemble a Pinterest dream this year, I went for the heart. No filler ornaments of red and gold bulbs, just memories grace its branches.
I considered buying a new tree-skirt, but while unloading my boxes I found a Christmas blanket of my mom’s. It now graces the floor under the tree and touches my heart.
And of course the nativity rests on the coffee table for all to see.
I know many of us are working on keeping the focus on Jesus this Christmas.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulders, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. . . . (Isaiah 9:6).