But in my life there are certain things that still get under my skin. The stupid thing is its nothing of any real importance. Like I cannot stand it if a sound system is out of whack.It has to sound good or its shut off . One of the other things is Christmas lights. Now I don't put them on the tree , my wife does ( she always does a excellent job) .I just hold the string of lights while she strategically places them around the tree . But what drives me insane is when you get them almost done and they flicker ,then go out . Then you try to find that 1 bulb and its like finding a needle in a hay stack. I confess I can become quite ,grumpy!
So what does this have to do with anything! Well it shows me that even though I may have patience for certain things , my heart still needs to grow in righteousness. Patience is listed as one of the fruits of the Holy Spirit in Galatians 5:22. As a Christian it should manifest itself in a consistent fashion. Towards your kids,wife, friends,family etc...
So my struggle with lights shows I still have to always fix my eyes on Jesus . My whole life needs be one of lived out daily repentance , and giving the flesh no quarter . So next time I will do what I should have down before anything that can get my backside up , pray through this verse and ask the Holy Spirit to help me. Relying on my own strength will only lead to anger . Remember little "sins", I think ,are a better barometer of the heart , for they show how far we still need to grow.
[22] But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, [23] gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.
(Galatians 5:22-23 ESV)
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Yesterday, I was tempted to do a mean girl brag about you. But, I refrained. Maybe you need it, Darlin'. So, I'm just going to list what I do, at Christmas.
Here goes. I decorate the fire place mantle. I make the cranberries from scratch (it's easier than opening a can). I set the table fancy including a centerpiece. If my seizures aren't cranky I make 2 pumpkin pies from scratch.
The things we do together. The tree, some shopping and wrapping. The Christmas Eve service and the joy Christmas brings.
The things that you do. Please don't be jealous ladies. ALL the rest of the cooking and cleaning (before and after the big event). Shopping for me, no list. I get the best, most thoughtful presents. He and the boys wrap, too. Our advent worship every Sunday is researched and put together by you. Driving the kids hither and yon. That one I can't ever take a turn doing, because of those stupid seizures.
Taking care of our juvenile diabetic son and rescuing him from lows too many times to count. Listening to my autistic brother (who lives with us) when he's stressed.
Never ever making me feel disabled, even when I can't get up without assistance to go to the bathroom. Making sure I have a cooked supper every night. Taking over the laundry (the only chore I do) because I've been busier at work.
You do all these things so I can do the job that I love. Plus, me being up in the chair was making you nervous. You knew I had to get it done quickly before I got too tired and the seizures kicked in. Then, it wouldn't be safe. Those silly lights were just slowing us down. So, if Mr Christmas wants to have an occasional little meltdown, he's allowed.
Thank you for always reminding me of the true meaning and joy of Christmas. Love you, Mrs Reg
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