Even when

I am an anticipator. I like to anticipate. I do not like surprises (unless they sparkle and come in a little blue box). I like to plan and look ahead and imagine what the end result will be. One of the negative aspects of being an anticipator, is that the end result doesn’t always live up to the imagining.

Too often the dream isn’t the reality. The day might start with a rainbow but culminate in a hail storm, with you white knuckling the drive home. Or it might begin with perfectly obedient children and end with you wondering which child you might accidentally on purpose leave at school for the weekend. The dream may look like a beautifully crafted photo book, but the reality might result in a need for marriage counseling when your spouse attempts to edit all of your hard work. 

This time of year lays heavy on the imagination. We breathe in and breathe out anticipation. The fireside and fairy lights cast a glow on this season, tricking us into sugarplum visions when the reality might look more like fruitcake. I know this, and still I dream, I long for, I anticipate.

Even when the gift didn’t get a cheer.

Even when the family photo is blurry.
Even when a loved one feels disappointed.

I’ve learned that even when the vision doesn’t look exactly like I’d hoped, it is still worth the dreaming because grace will cover the rest. I encourage you this Christmas to dream big, but embrace grace. Wrap it up in sparkly paper and a white satin bow, place it under the tree, and anticipate that you will both need to give and receive it.

Even when…


  • Next time something falls below my expectations, I’m going to remember your phrase.

  • so great. i love the button snowflake… i think that everyone should have one of those on their tree!

    can’t wait to celebrate with you! xxoo

    oh – and i’m loving the streamlined blog look.

  • Ur blOg is beautiful! I try so hard to not anticipate for the very reasons u state… Lovely photos, too…

  • I just submitted a piece about this very thing. You see, Christmas isn’t going as planned for us. again. My husband just came home and announced that he’s lost his job. This means running around and returning presents BEFORE Christmas. I am weary of the failings of my Christmas expectations.

  • I am so good at allowing myself to feel let down when things don’t go as planned. But your post reminds me to look for the joys in each and every situation.