On Not Liking the Holidays

I have to stop.

This isn't the easiest thing in the world to do. It's a mindset. I don't like them because of various things that happened around the holidays in the past, but now not liking the holidays simply becomes the source of more unhappiness, for I generally tend to get out what I put in.

There is a difference between what we deserve, and what we are worth. Rush Limbaugh used to talk about this because in politics, people often conflate the two. I fall into the trap sometimes, already knowing I am not deserving, to also minimize what I am worth.

God must think we are worth something, for He sent His only Son into this world to redeem us.
It's a sneaky little temptation, a suggestion that perhaps I am worth a bit less. With that tiny suggestion and my anti-holiday habits, I give myself false evidence. Each holiday related event tends to reinforce the bad view because there is clearly a way in which "normal" people do things, and then there's me. It begins to look like they are the elect and I'm not.

It's a sorry bit of foolishness and I have to stop it.