"I do it all by myself for years and NOW they want to help? I wouldn't even put it up if it weren't for my being bullied about it!"
Facebook update and my comment following it on Tuesday night.
Yup, I said all that. I can be a real piece of work when pushed. I don't know why or how it happened but I am the grinch. I celebrate Jesus 365 days a year and would be happy to sing happy birthday on December 25th. However, the three month lead up to it makes me nasty!
Nasty is a choice, I know. I don't have to be nasty. Usually, I am not. If I could only figure out what makes me feel so put out this time of year.
Yes, I mentioned the months it takes to come and go.
There's not having the eye on the prize, God becoming man.
Here's one to start an argument: lying to children about a white-bearded man visiting in the middle of the night and leaving gifts for good girls and boys.
How about cranky people spending money they don't have to give to people they may or may not even like?
I used to bake and bake and give the cookies and candies I made as gifts. After it became a drudgery, I spent a few more years begrudgingly doing it and then just stopped. I also realized I was becoming prideful because my cookies were the best to look at and to taste. Really, they were amazing.
We tend to want to show the best of ourselves on our blogs. Here I am showing my warts. I am a prideful, sometimes nasty person saved by grace.
Thank you, Jesus, for giving up your heavenly throne so that I might have eternal life. Because you lived as a man, I can never say, "You don't understand."