It seems like I often try to eat my way through the holidays.
If not for the help of my Nacho Libre stretchy pants, I would not make it through. It starts with the children's Halloween candy...mostly, snickers and reese's. This segues into a plethora of birthday cake, both my husband, Scott and I have our birthdays in November.
We ramp it up for Thanksgiving to fill in the gaps with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. And let's not forget the Thanksgiving tradition of rocky road candy that my mom passed on to us...the one where you eat your fill of the treat until the bird is ready. It's a lovely chocolate filled tradition, really.
And then we are sliding into the Christmas season, pants a little tighter, faces a little fuller as we light into Christmas cookies and candy canes and clove studded ham and sips of sparkling cider.
There is so much to celebrate. Neighborly good will and free candy. A year full of blessings. The birth of a Savior. Feasting seems the way to go in my mind. But just reading through this list makes me think a good cleanse is in order....lemon water, anyone?
Maybe it's time to fill up on something else during these holy days. So I am trying to go into this advent season with a new frame of mind...smaller portions of gravy and larger helpings of grace. Fewer sugar cookies inhaled and more time spent with friends. An expectation of seeing God in a new way in this time of year that is usually so frantic and fraught with to do lists. A concerted effort to be a blessing to those around me and engage in the wonder of the season. His season. I'm thinking there is a way to be full without having to wear my stretchy pants. Full of joy. Full of hope. Full of love. And I can't wait.