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Christmas Eve Eve

Today is Christmas Eve Eve.  I worked almost all day.  I'm very thankful for the hours and I didn't have other plans so I didn't mind being there.
One of my managers kept asking me if I was in a bad mood though.  I think 3 times she asked me this today between the two shifts that I worked.  At first I just thought I wasn't really paying attention to my facial expressions since I was busy and tired (I tend to look mad when I'm not paying attention and tired). Then I started thinking about it more and I realized that maybe there was something wrong deep down and I hadn't even noticed it.

There has been quite a bit on my mind for the past few months and especially this past week or so- I had noticed that- but I didn't know it had gotten to me so much.  I am thankful though because it gives me an opportunity to give the burden to the Lord.  This whole thing has made me think that even though there is noticeably something on my heart the fact that Christmas is in two days isn't spoiled for me.
I may not know how to feel while the rest of the world is out doing their last minute Christmas shopping but that's ok with me.  I know that the real reason we celebrate Christmas is Jesus Christ and even in tough predicaments that happen at inconvenient times, my hope is in the Lord.  I think this has opened my eyes to see a new way of celebrating Christmas.   This drives me to the desire to worship Him in my heart all the more.  And I know that when a heart worships Him for who He is-regardless of the circumstances or time of year-He is truly pleased.
So even though this is the holiday of gifts, bright lights and shopping till your debit card gets declined (btw, this is not a diss on any of those things) I want my heart to be found in Him.  I can't think of a better place to celebrate.

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