So what horrendous experience caused such a reaction from a room full of soccer moms? A violent or sexually explicit movie? A challenge from Doctor Phil to “get real” and ‘fess up about our parenting mistakes? Or a pan of the audience spotlighting a really bad hair day?
Actually, the event that caused such a panic among this audience of mothers occurred during the Christmas program at my daughter’s school.
Things started innocently enough when the girls marched out onto the stage swinging colorful shopping bags. Adorable! The trouble began when they opened their mouths and sang…
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Scurry! Scurry! Scurry!
Worry! Worry! Worry!
Christmastime is here!
As I said… it was enough to curl my toes. Just the thought of all that hurrying, scurrying and worrying to get ready for Christmas gave me a full-blown a hot flash. No wonder depression peaks during the holidays. Faced with all that stress – I wouldn’t want to get out of bed either.
Once my hot flash receded, I began to realize that this is just where Satan wants us – dreading the celebration of the most precious gifts to mankind – the birth of Jesus Christ. And frankly, it made my blood boil – almost bringing on another hot flash. I decided right then that he wasn’t going to get away with it.
We have a choice on how much hurrying, scurrying and worrying we do. And this year I hope you’ll make a commitment to join me in jumping off the treadmill and keep your eyes on the true reason for the season.