photo from the Christmas Cards that never happened.
I have started and quit about 8 posts since I last blogged. So much is going on around here! Nothing exciting, just the day to day stuff- wrapping things up so that these next few days can be enjoyed without trying to fill last minute deadlines. I finished Christmas shopping early for a change, I abandoned the idea of sending out cards for my personal sanity, I wrote newsletters, went to meetings, and trained my little heart out. It's all finished, just in the nick of time. And now...it's time to focus.
Tonight I get to serve during our Christmas Eve services. I'm praying that I won't even for one moment look at it like it's work (even though it's my job as Children's Ministry Staff) but instead look at it as an offering... a heart that's fixed on serving him on the eve of the day we celebrate His birthday. The whole family is pitching in and somehow, it feels perfect.
When we get home tonight we'll hang stockings and open our traditional Christmas Eve gifts (every year we open new jammies to wake up in on Christmas morning) We'll read the Christmas account from the Bible, and then the kids will go to bed. When we wake up, there will be new gifts under the tree, and the stockings will be overflowing.
Even though the kids are getting older now, they'll still look for the baby Jesus from our nativity set before they open even one gift. It's our little way to make sure we remember what we're really celebrating. We'll open presents, empty the stockings, and then have our annual silly string fight in the front yard. My family will come over for brunch later in the day. It's likely we'll never get out of our jammies, even when we go visit my Grandpa at the retirement center where he lives.
This draft could be last year's- it goes pretty much the same every year- but there's no guarantee that it'll be true in the Christmases to come. The kids are growing quickly, and the times are changing even faster. I'm determined to slow down and enjoy our little traditions, to soak it all in, to be thankful. No matter what gifts I'll open tomorrow morning, (even if they have the signature of Vera Bradley herself-squee!), none shall be better than the gift that was predicted all those years ago-
For a child is born to us, a son is given to us.The government will rest on His shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
May God richly bless each of you, my friends. If you could only know what treasures you are to me...