Isaiah 6:8

8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

Friday, November 29, 2013

Lisa Jo Baker's "The Tired Mother's Holiday Creed"

Repeat after me:
  1. I shall not wait for my house or my life to be perfect before inviting someone in.
  2. I shall remember that big hospitality has nothing to do with the size of my house.
  3. I shall not judge my house, my Holidays or my gift wrapping skills by Pinterest’s standards.
  4. I shall tell myself that no one ever did actually die of embarrassment from a small or messy space. And that missing out on community is a much worse kind of dying.
  5. I shall not compare myself to others’ traditions, decor or gifts, but find my identity in the God who came to *be* the gift to me.
  6. I shall play music loudly and teach my kids the joy of wildly off key carols.
  7. I shall accept that a messy house at peace is better than an immaculate house tied up in knots.
  8. I shall remember that guests will only feel as comfortable in my home as I feel in my own skin.
  9. I shall embrace the fact that in becoming a mom I traded perfect for a house full of real.
  10. I shall remember that there’s no shame in paper plates if they’re heaped high with delight in each others’ company.
  11. I shall give my friends the gift of comparison-free friendship.
  12. I shall pause between preparations to savor the celebrations.
  13. I shall remember that hospitality is about opening the door, not about how fancy the furniture, decor or dishes. 
  14. I shall treat my family with the same grace I offer my guests.
  15. I shall treat myself with the same grace I offer everyone else.
  16. I shall leave the dishes and lean into the conversations.
  17. I shall not focus on fear of appearances but on fully opening my arms to my friends and family.
  18. I shall not be intimidated by how the holidays, the turkey, the tree or the memories “should” be celebrated but love the people I’m celebrating with instead.
  19. I shall welcome my kids into the decorations, preparations, and celebrations.
  20. I shall remember that I want you here. Whether I’m perfectly ready or not. Just the way you are. Which will likely mean most days, I must open the door just the way I am too.
~ with love from one tired, happy mother to another.

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