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the christmas card that never came

I was told that a "friend" of mine had sent me a Christmas card. To most people this would not be a big deal but it has become hard for me to swallow because many of our "friends" that also know my in-laws have begun to send this residence "To the FAMILY" cards. Which is all fine and dandy except that we are all the same last name and we all know the senders well. Well I come to find out there was no card and I was a little bummed. This is kinda like when you steal someones drink thinking it was something sugary and cold and it ends up being semi warm iced tea.

My prayer life isnt perfect- and thank goodness HE doesnt it expect it to be. Expecting a card is just that, an expectations and God doesnt say he will grant all your wants and expectations. Christ says in Matt 6
"Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all."

I wanted to have a card on my wall because it made me feel liked but Christ also doesn't guarantee that all will like us. 
Colossians 2: 8 See to it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the world, and not according to Christ.

I dont know why the holidays have brought out these petty hurts but I know just as well as you that SATAN NEVER SLEEPS and is constantly on our tails- so just because it is "the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" doesnt mean evil backs down, he tries to take you harder when you think like that. 
So for that petty thought Satan- I will give cards I will wish Satan a VERY MERRY JESUSMAS! 

-A

ps- this is not a guilt trip to send us separate cards. instead just give me a Christmas hug and we will call it even

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