It’s Not Easy…

Patterns It is not easy directing the Childrens Christmas program.

Some years things go really smoothly – the kids are excited, the music comes together and rehearsals just flow – like last year.

This year – however – is not.

Yesterday’s rehearsal was a classic example. We had taken the program on stage with costumes and props for the first time.

Except we didn’t have a manger or a baby Jesus.

Or the boxes of Christmas decorations the kids were supposed to be sorting.

Or the plates of cookies they were supposed to be packaging.

And we were missing two shepherds.

But those things hadn’t stopped us before – so we pushed on. That’s when things started to unravel.

Augustus Caesar really got into his part. He jumped up and down so emphatically that his plastic crown unhooked and flew off his head.   You should have seen the look on his face when his crown went flying through the air -priceless!

We had barely stopped laughing from that blunder when the next happened.

One little “angel” was supposed to say “Shh..listen!” to another character – who happened to be her brother. She whispered her line so softly I could barely hear it in the front row. I told her she could do better than that – this was her chance to tell her older brother what to do!

So she threw back her shoulders, marched all 3 feet of sweet petite herself across the stage to her over 5 foot tall brother – whacked him with both hands on the chest and yelled, “Shhh…listen would ya!”

It was so unexpected we burst out laughing!

Joseph managed to tie his bathrobe in knots – on stage, our “stand in” baby Jesus got stepped on (remember – no manger!), and Caesar lost his sword.

Then there were the new angels wings that looked really cute but left a trail of glitter everywhere. And I do mean everywhere – carpet, chairs, clothes, hair, even eyebrows.

(I publicly apologize to whoever the poor soul is who volunteered to clean the church this month.)

Then – to top it all – Joseph managed to get the wind knocked out of him with a shepherd’s crook.

When the carnage was complete I walked off the stage and saw a sweet elderly lady who had recently suffered a stroke, sitting in the second row wiping tears from her eyes. She had obviously watched the entire rehearsal.

I whispered, “That was sure rough wasn’t it!”

She whispered back, forming the words slowly, “Funny, so funny!”

That was just the perspective I needed.

It isn’t about perfection – it’s about blessing. Those kids – in all their imperfections and mistakes – were a blessing yesterday.

And no matter what happens the night of the program – they will be a blessing.

Whether they get their lines right – or remember the songs – or trip over their angelic robes.

I think it’s time for me to change my prayers from, “Lord help them remember their lines and the songs and do it all well…” to “Lord take our efforts and bless them – use them for Your glory…”

Make us a blessing, Lord.


I just can’t do it.

There is no way that I can physically accomplish everything on my to-do list this week.

I started out behind – thanks to all the rain last week – and have been in a race with myself ever since. A losing race.

We’re trying to finish up school, pack up 3 kids for a road trip to Tennessee for a week long Teen Pact National Convention, finish planting the garden, mow the lawn  (that’s so long we should bale it!) and I need to clean house because I have company coming this morning. 🙂 And – we still need to eat and wear clean clothes!

Remember those tomato plants I started last January? They are huge and need to get in the garden – but it was still too wet yesterday. Since we have more rain in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow – I should really get them in today after school and company.

But – I have a date with my husband scheduled tonight. Sorry tomatoes – the date will win every time! We will probably end up at Wal-Mart though, buying travel size toothpaste and new underwear for the kids before they leave. (Am I the only mom who can’t send her kids out in the world without new underwear?!)

I think I just need an extra day this week – like another Saturday. Do you think I could trade in a rainy wet Monday for a beautiful sunny Saturday? Please?!

<heavy sigh>

Can you tell that things are little crazy this week? My mind is a bit frantic trying to remember all the details.

I could use a little peace.

When we were at my brother’s house last weekend we saw his incredible 3 story tree house (think Swiss Family Robinson). When things get too stressful for him – he climbs up with good book and unwinds.

DockSound wonderful – but I’m not a tree house person (I’m scared of heights). When I need time to decompress I walk out to the pond and lay on the dock.

Surrounded by the water, listening to the winds in the willows, watching the clouds in the brilliant blue sky – I relax.

But I don’t have time to climb a tree – or take a walk. I don’t even have time to breathe this today!

Yet – I can still have peace.

Psalms 46:10 “”Be still, and know that I am God…”

It’s a simple as being quiet and acknowledging that God is God.

He’s in control.

The more I know about who God is – how big and marvelous and strong – the more insignificant my to-list seems.

The sun will still rise tomorrow even if the tomatoes don’t get planted.

It’s all about perspective.

Eternal perspective.