I’m ready to take down the trees. Yes, trees. I put up 5 trees, all themed, sparkling, and glowing. They are beautiful.
It’s time to pack up my Santa Claus collection. What started as love for Father Christmas expanded into an adoration of Santas from around the world. This year, I added Paris and Africa to the well over 50 or so I have displayed.
The Nutcrackers, my latest craze, can be put to bed. My kitchen is filled with Nutcrackers, ballerinas, even a Rat King, from a ceiling-high tree to napkin rings to hand towels.
Elaborate trees, a zillion Santas, Nutcrackers…even holiday soap dispensers in the bathrooms, garland on the mantles, coordinating stockings, Christmas coffee mugs…I fill my house with all these things and not once does it occur to me that I will have to take it all down…
…until it’s time.
Isn’t that what we should do with worry? Worry when it’s time.
If I worried about the amount of work that it will eventually take to pack up all my Christmas goodness, I might put up less.
If I worried about how much help I would need carrying totes, lifting boxes back into the car, moving it all back to storage, I might dread getting it all out and miss the excitement.
Maybe I wouldn’t be overjoyed to reunite with my favorite international Santas. Maybe I would be too preoccupied to lovingly turn every ornament and bangle over in my hand as I carefully pull each from the box. Maybe I wouldn’t squeal when I found the perfect Nutcracker placemats.
I might forget to LIVE.
Y’all, I hated to leave you on a cliffhanger Monday. I told you about the virus I recently battled, the onset of “seizures”, and the scheduled CT scan…then nothing.
Then we all got busy rockin’ around the Christmas tree, as we should have, which was not the appropriate time to quibble over seizures and CTs.
Now, as we are between holidays, bewildered and full of cheese, without exact knowledge of what day it is, I can tell you that the CT came back abnormal, as did the MRI I was able to get very soon after.
You’ll have to find it sufficient for me to tell you that they found issues of concern. I see a neuro-specialist on Monday and will (hopefully and prayerfully) learn more then.
I CAN tell you that I’m not dying or full of cancer, so don’t let your mind wander. I’ll fill you in as soon as I learn more, I promise. Then I’m sure we will take off together on whatever adventure this situation requires and proceed to kick butt.
As we drove away from the imaging center in awkward silence the other day, my husband reminded me, “We are badasses.” He left it at that as “and we will beat this” was unnecessary. He’s right.
And you know what? We’re not going to worry until it’s time, or we might forget to live life big, full of love, and buried under totes of ornaments, woodland Santas, and rat kings.
I’ll keep you posted. We will worry when it’s time.
6Â Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7Â And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. – Philippians 4:6-7
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