That is often the start of it.
And as much as I love them, the holidays are pretty much a guarantee of stress. Add to that moving to a new house (are you tired of hearing the tales of a new house yet?) and you can almost bet on a flare. Actually, I don't have to bet, I can tell you for sure.
Yes sirree, sure enough that means my corrosive pal, Crohn's Disease, has waltzed his way back onto the already semi-overloaded stage of my life. He isn't my favorite. And his timing stinks. Like REALLY stinks. He is vexatious to the nth degree. What a turd (not a word we use freely around here so you know I mean business)!
Anyway, yes, my so called "friend" has been assaulting my gut lately and that is, shall we say, inconvenient.
However, whatever irritation and torment he laughingly plops into my intestines, I will not be swayed from celebrating one of my favorite times of year with a whole herd of my absolute favorite people.
There's is just too much that is beautiful in life to be derailed by one ugly pester-pants who can't keep his negativity to himself.
And so, I will enjoy the snow (enjoy may be a strong word here, but there's something about kids bundled in puffy attire throwing frozen stuff at each other while breathing out clouds of laughter and fun).
And I'll love the post-frozen moments in front of the fire (thanks to our new house...which we just moved to...ha ha, you thought I was done with that subject).
And I will love being snuggled up next to this guy no matter what the weather is like outside.
And I'll try to revel in all the energy and spirit this crew of crazzies has to offer.
But most of all I will work to remember a Savior who lived and died for me so that one day I can home home to Him in heaven, clean and pure and Crohn's free at last. And then suddenly a little bit of mortal abdominal pain doesn't seem to carry much weight after all.
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas and all the other greetings. I hope it is the very best season for you and everyone you love (and your intestines as well).