Peace, instead of worrying about buying the perfect gifts for friends and family.
Peace, instead of stressing over my messy house.
Peace, so that I can invite people into our imperfect home. I, truly, never want to be so caught up in my own expectations, that I don't invite people into my home the way it is. Messy. Love-filled. Flaws and all.
Peace, in the way I interact with my children. How I settle disputes. How I calm my children down out of tantrums, and give them the rest they need.
How do I do this?
By setting parameters. Making sure we're not too busy. Making rest time a priority in our day. Dousing their pillows and feet with lavender oil. Playing worship music. Praying, praying, and more praying. Delving into God's word. Praising Him for this glorious time of year.
I truly love the holidays. I love all the traveling to visit family, siting up late playing games and watching movies. I love when the miles fall away and loved ones are close enough to hug once again. I love entertaining, inviting people into our home. Gingerbread. Christmas trees. Wrapping paper. Stockings. Cinnamon rolls. The music. The lights.
It fills me up inside.
But, it's easy for me to get lost in it all. It's easy for me to get too busy, to stressed and overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Over-involved.
And then, I miss out on the peace.
The peace that is always there. I just have to cultivate. Let it grow. Let it consume me. Don't let it stifle out by my own craziness.