Christmas night, after the last present had been opened, after the last guest headed out into the cold night for their journey home, after the kids were tucked into their beds and the house had been tidied up, the Hubster and I sat across from each other, and smiled.
It has been a good Christmastime. The most peaceful that I can remember. I didn’t shop early this year. I didn’t fret about presents and food and outfits and general external perfection. I just let the season come on, slow and steady…
…and everything else fell into place.
Sometimes I’m very, very transparent on my blog. Most of the time, though, I tamper with the truth. Not Capital T Solid Foundational Truth, but the Truth About Myndi’s Life. I don’t like to vent here. I don’t like to add negativity, no matter how honest, to the online world. The Hubster and I both tend to hold our cards mighty close to our chests…we’re private people. We keep our greatest joys and our deepest hurts secret.
This Christmastime we’ve had plenty to hold close – joy and hurt, happiness and sorrow. Right now there’s a massive giant peering over our shoulders, and frankly, we’re holding our breath to see whether he’ll lift his foot and mash us to jelly, or reach down and lift us up in his clumsy hand (this, my spiritually-minded friends, is not me making some tongue-in-cheek reference to God. We’re simply in a precarious time where our life could easily go one way or the other).
Even though we know A Very Imminent Thing (For Better or For Worse) is waiting for us just around the bend, this Christmastime was filled with a peace that just didn’t make any sense. We had every reason to be filled with anxiety, and even fear, about this thing or that, but instead,
Peace reigned, and we were blessed.
It was our best Christmas yet.
May the rest of your year be filled with the kind of peace that knocks your socks off…
Love,
Myndi
Myndi Shafer 
Myndi, things do fall into place. The Grinch learned Christmas comes whether there are presents are under the tree, roasted turkey in the belly, tinsel on every bough… or not. Sounds like your heart was ready. Here’s to being lifted up, by God, and by your giant, imminent change.
Isn’t it amazing how, in those times where it seems you’re supposed to be running around like a mad rabbit tossing pea soup, it’s those times the peace is most precious…and yes, curious. It’s the peace that surpasses all understanding. Because sometimes, you just gotta let it me. Here’s to hoping the giant lifts you clumsily in hand and not the mashing…hopefully 🙂
May the new year bring you more happiness than you expected.
May peace continue to encompass you throughout 2013, Myndi, no matter what the future holds. You are strong and you will get through it, together.
Whatever comes along, you can handle it, Myndi.
My best to you.
A happy, peaceful Christmas is a fine gift in itself. Whatever the future holds, may this peace carry you on your journey. I’m betting on the “lift us up in his clumsy hand”.
Lovely post–and my best wishes that you dodge the foot-mashers and be lifted as high as the sky with good things!
I firmly believe we are led where we are meant to go, even if we are forced to take unexpected turns and some detours. In the end, it all makes sense.
I’m thrilled for your peaceful and awesome Christmastime!! I hope what’s around the bend brings you more peace and joy.
Wow! Playing catch-up today and just saw this. So glad you had such a great Christmas! You all deserved it, and all will work out in the long run.Peace be with you!
Hi, Myndi. So happy you had the peace that Christmas *should* be instead of what it’s turned into. I’ll echo Ginger in the “we’re led where we’re meant to go” thought, and Angela with the “Peace that passes all understanding” quote. It’s a gift from God and you’ve been blessed. And may you also be blessed with being lifted up, not smashed into jelly (loved that, felt like that sometimes, too). But if not, may you be blessed with the same peace you had through Christmas.