• Dec. 29, 2007 - Christmas Letters
I read two Christmas letters today.
They were late because we moved and still have forwarded mail .
The families who mailed them are NEVER late -
with anything.
It was very impressive to read about their last year.
I know some people don't like reading Christmas letters.
I am not one of them.
Although today, I almost converted.
I started feeling sorry for myself. I mean these people have their acts together.
They are finishing doctorate degrees and building custom homes. Their children are dancing in large ballet productions and competing for college scholarships.
Their pets are pedigreed and they vacation in exotic ports or their own private mountain cabins.
They have words like "Manager" and "National": in their job titles.
Their wives are room mothers, den mothers, skinny mothers.
And all of their scrapbooks are up-to-date.
I started comparing. I know better. But I did it anyway.
Silly me.
I know that their children pick their noses in public, too.
And with that custom built house comes a custom size mortgage.
Who needs a pedigree when I have a labradoodle?
And I don't need a title, because God knows who I am.
He created me and then saved me, and I belong to Him.
Forever.
Forgive me Lord, for looking around me, behind me, and ahead of me...
when I should be looking above me.
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• Dec. 29, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Oh well, most people think I am more than a little nuts anyway.....
I enjoyed reading your blog. It reads like poetry.