12/20/2025
I have kept Jack, John, Emily, and Christella fed, clothed, and educated.
I have built a life with Richard. I have have fought for my joy!
But now, I face a different kind of pressure.
The world tells you that for the next week, I need to be the "Producer of the Magic."
If we try to produce a "Perfect Christmas," we will end up exhausted, resentful, and snapping at the people we love.
🌟Here is the truth we need for our "Feral Life": The first Christmas was feral👏
Jesus wasn't born in a sterilized hospital or a perfectly decorated living room. He was born in a barn. It smelled like animals. It was messy. It was chaotic. It was raw.
And it was holy. Let's remember, You are not the Producer of the Magic.
💪You are the Steward of the Peace. Your only job this break is to make room for Him in the midst of the noise.
And now we pray 🙏
Father, thank You for bringing us to this break.
Thank You for Jack, John, Emily, and Christella. Thank You for Richard.
I confess that I feel the pressure to make everything "magical" for them, and that pressure makes me heavy.
Today, I am adopting the "Manger Standard."
I remind myself that You show up in the mess. You are not afraid of my chaos.
I release the need to control every moment of this holiday. I ask for Your supernatural peace to guard my heart and my home.
Let us laugh more than we clean. Let us hug more than we stress. Let this break be a time of true rest and "feral" joy. AMEN