I opened the Christmas cards I had picked up from my mailbox at church. My eyes teared as I read them. One bore the shaky signature of a woman who has Parkinson’s and another one the inscription of a man who cares for his memory-impaired wife. How did she manage to sign cards with her physical challenges and how did this caregiver find the time to do this?
With the seasonal time crunch on, I wondered how I would paint a Christmas card as I usually do. But really, the pressure I feel is self imposed. It really doesn’t take that long. Now, I could work on a painting from now until next year and still find something wrong, but if I could put my perfectionism aside, it really would be okay. I just needed to let go of perfect.
The candle we light this week of Advent is the candle of love. As we share our gifts of love this Christmas, we remember how God gave first.
“For God so loved the world that he gave . . .” (John 3:16).
His gift was perfect and ours will never be that, but even so, we give.
Here’s my imperfect Christmas card to you with much love from our family to yours.
May your Christmas be especially blessed.
Here’s an author interview with me relating to my new novel, The Key to Everything, which I have under contract with Anaiah Press.