By Lisa Huddleston
It’s almost here. Next week is Thanksgiving and then we will be smack dab into “the holidays.” Whew! Take a deep breath, Lisa. It’ll be okay. And I know it will—it always is. But I really want it to be more than okay this year. I want it to be … hmmm? Exactly what do I want it to be?
I’m sure if you asked my family the number one thing that would improve the holidays for all of us would be for Mom to get a new attitude. It hurts to acknowledge it, but much of the stress in our home comes from me. I fret about the meals. I worry about the presents. I agitate about places for everyone to sleep. I whine and complain until everything out of my mouth begins to sound like, “Bah humbug.” Yeah. That’s a lot of fun for everyone. Therefore, if I want this year to be different then I need to stop worrying so much about things that don’t even matter, and turn my focus onto what does: honoring God and blessing others.
So here I am. While there is still time and I have you as witnesses to hold me to it, I, Lisa Marie Collins Huddleston, do solemnly resolve to kick Mr. Scrooge and the Grinch right out of our house for the holidays. Nope. No room in the inn for those two at Hudfarm this year.
Oh … did I really just say that out loud? Yes, I did, and I’m counting on you to hold me to it. No more whining. No more complaining. Sure, I may have to be a lot more quiet than usual, but I can do it. Right? Right. With God’s help and your encouragement, yes, I most certainly can.
And Thanksgiving is a perfect place to begin. Let me come into his presence with thanksgiving in my heart for my God is a great God. He has given me a family who loves me even when I gripe. He has given me an opportunity to bless them and others in my home. And he has placed within my sometimes hard and Grinchy-green heart a pea-sized desire to praise him more.
And I am already thankful for the change. I can feel it. I’m thankful that there is still time to make this year’s celebrations better than okay. I’m thankful for the Lord’s willingness to transform me. And I’m thankful for the Lord himself. For he is my God and I am a sheep in his pasture and in his hand. I will make a joyful noise to the Lord with songs of praise instead of complaining. I will worship and bow down before the Lord, my Maker. And today or tomorrow, if I hear his voice, I will not harden my heart like Ebeneezer Scrooge. No, not this year. Oh come, let me kneel before the Lord and then let me rise up to celebrate this season with joy. Oh yeah—that will be much more than okay.