Letting Go

Before Nora arrived, I had planned on being back to normal (whatever that means) by the first of the year. She'd be almost three months old, I rationalized... and therefore, I'd be able to do everything I was doing before she arrived, plus meeting her sweet little needs, without much difficulty.

Riiiight.

So anyway, I'd planned on doing Christmas cards. In fact, we took the picture, made the card, the whole bit. I even addressed about half the envelopes! But about a week ago, I realized that I needed to let it go. I hadn't ordered the cards, nor had I bought postage. And it was the middle of January.

It had become this pride thing, you see. I was okay with them not going out before Christmas, and it was going to be a demonstration of humility to send them out after New Years. But then I became prideful about the stinkin' humility. Seriously. Like, I had to be humble and send them out so everyone could see how humble I was. Which is really pride.

Go figure. The Lord's sifting through a lot of pride with me these days.

Anyway, it's silly to make a perfectly good Christmas card go to waste... so here it is. Merry Christmas, everyone! (Or, as the case may be, Happy Martin Luther King day!)