‘On The Second Blog of Christmas’
Ceridy said to me…
I’m now learning dance moves for the Panto! My hip bursitis is loving it (sarcasm)! Failed to get a replacement window cleaner in the summer (neither of us could make a decision), so now desperately trying to ‘see’ our way to cleaning a few of the important ones, whilst living in the dark on the top floor as we coax the Poinsettia’s new green leaves to turn red - it takes 14 hours of darkness and 8 weeks - so that will be after Christmas now. And don’t get me started on the battle with the small flies hatching out of plant pots quarantined in the spare bathroom, which I was vacuuming up daily (the flies not the bathroom). Gave up yesterday and removed the infested plants. No I’m not mad - well no worse than anyone else, I hope.
Every year I tell myself not to be silly and try to make everything perfect for Christmas, because that’s not the point, but once again I may not have listened too well to myself, or I did listen, and then forgot. That happens annoyingly more frequently these days. I mean, If I can’t listen to myself, other people don’t stand much chance, just ask my husband. Listening is an important skill but not one I want to talk about today, for obvious reasons.
I was concerned that we hadn’t heard back from Nielsen yet (see p.s. previous blog), and that might have had something to do with the big heavy-weight Amazon who print Martha Martha and therefore issued her ISBN number. But (never start a sentence with but) so often our fears are groundless - they are just that, irrational or silly fears. Identifying them, and then speaking positively against them with God’s words and promises is the best way to deal with them. Whatever you do don’t entertain them, and by that I mean, repeat them over and over again to yourself in your head or to anyone else who’ll listen; once is enough. Ok, I did it at least ten times before I twigged what was happening. Shut the door firmly and think something sensible like ‘they're busy its so near Christmas’ and get on with something else, distract yourself with something nice, you get the drift, but don’t worry or fear because that opens the door for the devil - its like giving him permission to rob you of a blessing. The world might call this positive thinking but I call it God thinking.
Whatever your fears this Christmas remember to bring them to someone who cares, someone who truly understands, the one person who truly is Christmas, Christ. His is the only true perspective there is, and your fears will run away when they see Him!
After I wrote this, I stopped worrying about Nielsen, which is good, as I not only listened to myself I remembered what I’d said!
: ) Ceridwen xx