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Year Two, Day 227: Holiday Stress- "There Ain't No Rest for the Wicked"

Christmas Eve!

I am home watching over the family member in crisis. And trying to heal my lungs. I opted out of Christmas Eve church service. I plan on waking up early and attending my little church.I am in dire need of spiritual food.

Ok. Truth time. I am feeling very stressed out right now.

You would not believe me if I told you half of what our little family has been through in the past few weeks. Or perhaps you would. I have been hearing stories from friends and even strangers...

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Don't get me wrong. I love my family. Even though we are on a limited budget, we managed to find thoughtful gifts for everyone. I felt a glimmer of holiday spirit as I wrapped them. But I have switched the radio station. No more inane "Falalalafrikkinla' s". It is NOT "Most Wonderful Time of the Year".

It is the most stressful time of the year. I am listening to "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant. It suits my current mood.

I need a stiff drink. But I shall not. After all, drink is what almost killed my family member in crisis.

He is still here. And for that I am thankful.

And having typed that, I need to pause right now and pray. Tearfully I need to thank God. Many people have trouble feeling joy over the holidays if they have suffered the loss if a loved one.

I have had those moments too. But last year at Christmas, we gathered around a hospital bed. Comforting and worrying over my father who just had a stroke.

He is still here. And he and I have made peace. And for this I am thankful.

I am going to take a walk soon and buy some pho for our dinner. Our family tradition for years was pho in Christmas Eve.

I believe it started because I was often playing the piano at a church service and had no time to cook.

I need a happy memory now. And a prayerful walk with God.

And if you are so moved, would you pray for me and my little dysfunctional family who I love more than life?

Thank you. God bless.

Happy Christmas Eve.

Peace and Love,

Zita



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