December Disappointments

The longer we scroll, the more focused we become on the flaws in our decorations, our lame gift-wrapping skills, our Christmas cookies that didn't turn out quite like they were supposed to.

If our eyes are fixed anywhere other than Bethlehem, we are missing the only thing that actually matters.

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Crows and Locusts

I’m looking at my soul and realizing that the crows and locusts of perfectionism have had their way with me. I look at the devastation, and I am angry. It’s becoming clearer to me the depth to which this perfectionism has gotten its insidious claws into every part of me, and I’m so mad.

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