Too often, this time of the year brings about a busyness that is unparalleled.
In a furious rush we pace about trying to put a proverbial bow on our year. If your holiday season is anything like mine, there’s an interesting progression that takes place as the days count down:
Select the perfect tree, put up all of the decorations as Christmas music fills the air with nostalgia, take pictures of the kids with Santa, creatively relocate the Elf of the Shelf, craft intricate handmade ornaments with the kids, send out Christmas cards, relocate the Elf, mail packages to out-of-town family members, think of thoughtful gifts for the kid’s teachers, relocate the Elf, attend the company’s not-so-enjoyable Christmas party, find outfits for the neighbor’s Christmas Sweater party, stand in the freezing cold to fool with the strand of lights that went out, relocate the stinking Elf, half-heartedly wrap gifts at the last-minute, pretend not to be angry while you wait in traffic to pick up a stocking stuffer, drink the spiked eggnog like it’s blessed manna, if I have to come up with one more location for this stupid Elf…
By the end, I change the channel on the Christmas station to 80’s rock and delightfully tear down the decorations to the sounds of AC/DC and Guns ’N Roses.
The funny thing is, that’s pretty much how every year feels, isn’t it?
In January, we’re hopeful of all that is to come. By the time summer rolls around, we still believe we have time to refocus. But when winter arrives, we’ve nearly given up hope.
But not this year. This year, I was reminded that hope is the thing dreams are made of.
Come Before Winter
It was this time last year when I began praying about my vision and goals for 2014. During that time, there were so many uncertainties and fear was commonly present. I knew that I was supposed to write a book, but the entire picture was yet to be made clear.
How could I possibly juggle my career, fatherhood, and this new endeavor?
As I wrestled with these emotions, I was reading an ac