Dear Christmas Card List,
First of all, it’s not you– it’s me.
For seven years straight, I have painstakingly selected the best possible photo of the closest likeness of our little family. From the first year when we send a card announcing Mr. & Mrs. Stuckey in their wedding attire, to the year that I was several months pregnant, terribly nauseated and trying to hide my little secret behind a long cardigan, to the next December when 6 month-old Lucy was teething and drooling everywhere and we all cuddled up on a blanket on the lawn of Binkley Chapel and grinned so hard our cheeks hurt. I simply love the process of sending and receiving Christmas cards.
This year we had photos taken by a sweet and uber talented friend. I did the same agonizing in front of my computer screen to pick the best photo of our family, found the perfect card online, calculated how many we usually send… and something in my heart stopped me. It would be how much????
Of course there were coupons and discounts galore, but no matter what I did, the amount stuck out to me in a huge way.
Why? Because Lance and I had just discussed how much it would cost to buy livestock through a Christian World Relief Organization for a family in extreme poverty. And the amounts were exactly the same.
And I couldn’t do it. Something in my spirit alarmed at choosing one over the other– and even if we might not HAVE to choose one or the other, I’m not taking the chance.
I will be honest and say that Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas without sending a family Christmas card.
That’s why this year’s decision hurts a little.
But that’s sacrifice. And can I be honest? I am a white, middle class, happily married mom of two– and I don’t feel like I get the opportunity to REALLY sacrifice enough. To give when it hurts. When it hurts something I personally “want” and to give anyway.
And this is one ridiculously small way I can give when it hurts. I need more sacrifice in my life. And it’s almost laughable, that this is my over-privileged choice of sacrifice– but for me, It’s a start.
And before there is any confusion at all, please hear me, This is OUR choice. You, my amazing readers know, that I would never announce a personal conviction and expect you to take it as your own. Next year, we might just send a Christmas card again– it may be something else we give up. And if you always send one to us, please don’t stop– they make us SO HAPPY!!!! And we will be filled with all the warm fuzzies to open our mailbox and see you inside. <3
If you are interested in joining us in helping a family in extreme poverty, here are a few options:
Linking up (for the first time in forever…) with my Five Minute Friday crew— I’ve missed you all!