I love making lists.
And I’ve been making a lot of them lately.
To-do lists, grocery lists, lists of goals, and especially Christmas lists of gifts, and party planning, and elf-like stuff.
I think one reason we make lists is because we like the illusion of control it gives us. It says “I have a plan!” We get to check things off, accomplish things (and yes, I’ve been known to do something and then add it to my list so I could check it off).
But sometimes those lists are the very thing that threaten to leave us clutching a bottle of Advil, wondering “How in the world did I get in this mess and how many days til January 2nd?”
And then I imagine Jesus saying, “Come to Me all who are weary with Christmas and give me your lists.”
