December 12

So, tonight I was really mad. Really mad. I was ready to kill several people. I was almost in tears driving home because I was so mad. People just get to me sometimes. So anyways, there I was being really mad and I walked into our house, slammed the door, and just wanted to be alone. So I started walking through the house. And then I stopped at our nativity set. Surrounded by Christmas lights, there was baby Jesus right in the center of it all, with Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, and the kings all standing in awe of that little boy, who was born in a humble stable, yet who was the Savior of the whole. entire. UNIVERSE. And I stopped. And suddenly.... everything about the Christmas story hit me. I think that my life is SO hard, because people tease me about people, or because people make me mad. But then there was Mary. Imagine the shame of being pregnant and not being married. Wow. I bet people talked behind her back a lot. And she was able to deal with it. And how about Joseph? He was a good man, ready to be married... oops, his bride-to-be is pregnant, and not by him. Holy crap, that must have been hard. And then Mary had to give birth in a STABLE. Surrounded by animals, in the dirt, and the straw, all of that, and I bet that it sure as hell wasn't easy. And yet, here I am, complaining about my own life. I think that my life is so hard. But the struggles that I experience in my life are NOTHING compared to what Mary, Joseph, and Jesus went through. Stop complaining, Anne.