Maybe this is the season of less. Less pressure. Less comparison. Less forcing myself to do things just because “it’s what you do.” Maybe it’s enough to show up how I can, even if that looks undecorated and slower than before. And maybe that still counts as celebrating.

This season feels like it needs rest. Like it needs a little grace for not doing things the way I used to. Christmas is still coming whether I hang garland or not. The meaning doesn’t disappear just because my living room looks the same as it did in October.

I keep thinking I’ll wake up with the urge to decorate. That motivation where I would suddenly want to untangle lights and pull bins out of storage. Hasn’t happened. Instead, I’m tired. Not in a dramatic way. Just the quiet kind that comes from trying to keep up with everything all the time.

But I serve a God of miracles. I don’t feel like my baby girl is leaving me anytime soon.
Cancer has NO victory here!
I speak healing over Bella in Jesus’ name!
Please be gentle with my sweet girl. 🥺