image found here Trying to modify my attitude while changing the date once again for the Christmas gathering of my family. Thoughts of “Why am I always the one who needs to accommodate others’ plans? Why can’t we have a tradition set in stone so I don’t go through this each year?” Frustration layers upon resentment till I just want to go to bed and stay there till the onset of the new year. Then I gaze upon your face, sweet Mother, and I ponder your long journey to Bethlehem while being heavily laden with your divine Babe. Your Immaculate Heart overcame any questions concerning the reason for this journey of 80 miles, just to be counted for the greedy King and his tax-filled purse. I ask your intercession now, Holy Mother, to help me remember that there are 12 days of Christmas, not just the eve of Christmas and your birthday on the 25th, and to ask your Son to send me the grace in order that our family’s Christmas get-together...
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