As I ate two, beautiful eggs from our chickens this morning, I thought, “It’s the little things which satisfy.”
I’ll try to keep that in mind this Advent season if I get caught up in the hustle and bustle to make everything “just so.” The perfect tree, the perfect mantle decoration, the perfect post . . . ‘er, I digress.
Human beings are not perfect, and never will be. We all make mistakes, especially when we try to be something we’re not. I know this firsthand.
Diva is coming home from college for a short visit tonight and tomorrow to help decorate the Christmas tree. Personally, I don’t need the tree, but it’s not all about me, especially at Christmas. I hate to admit this, but there is something about the Christmas tree which brings out the perfectionist I try so hard to keep in lock down.
Perfectionism is a fault I have, like the fact that my teeth are a bit crooked, and my hair flips up on one side. Early in our marriage, I was a bit maniacal about the Christmas tree. It had to be tall because we have cathedral ceilings, and, at that time, it had to be real. This now makes me laugh because I can no longer have a real tree due to my asthma.
God has a way of helping us clear up our faults whether we like them or not, and I’m quite attached to some of my faults. How about you?
Nothing in nature is perfect, and that’s part of what makes it sublime. Everything is designed to be splendid by being completely unique.
Why do we watch the sunrise? Because, each day it’s different. If it were the same, we wouldn’t wait for it would we? A year after we were married, Bill and I took a honeymoon to Hawaii. Starting at the peak of Haleakala, we rode bicycles all the way down from the summit. The sunrise was wonderful. The breeze felt great, but my enjoyment of the ride was influenced by one of the leaders who kept telling me to hurry up, because I was falling behind. I wasn’t far behind, but his familiarity with the ride had eroded his enjoyment of it. Instead of hurrying, I wanted to enjoy it all. The rough and rocky, gray volcano with the orange sun rising behind it; the piney woods we floated through; and dense, tropical vegetation further down. It’s been 22 years, and I still recall it as if it were yesterday. Our ride ended at a small German restaurant where we ate Dutch pancakes. As I put a forkful in my mouth, the same guy came and began dogging on me about how slow I’d been.
That day, I decided not to listen to those who just want to rag on me, who want to hurry me through my enjoyment of my life. Only I live my days, and if I choose to slow down and enjoy them, who’s to say I can’t?
So, even when the world pushes you along, telling you to hurry, don’t listen. Instead, take a few moments each day to remind yourself why you’re doing all of this in anticipation of the big day. Don’t forget to enjoy the little things for they are what you will remember one day.