For years, December 26 has been one of my least favorite days of the year.
My feelings had less to do with saying goodbye to the “happiest season of all” and more to do with how I lived the weeks leading up to Christmas Day.
I’m ashamed to say that during those years I didn’t focus on Christ as much as my desperate need to have the same warm, fuzzy Christmases I’ve seen in most Christmas movies. Maybe I was trying to make up for past Christmases, especially the ones I spent without my kids because of my (then) battle with chronic depression and eating disorders. So I’ve scratched for that perfect Christmas every year – making my emotional needs the reason (or at least my goal) of the season.
The worst part was that I knew what I was doing, year after year. I repented every December 26. I deeply wanted to move beyond my hurtful past, but I didn’t know how.
Would you also like to make more sense of the rest of this Christmas season? Meditating and applying Matthew 2:11 (ESV) has helped me. Maybe it would help you too:
âAnd entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold, frankincense and myrrh.