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A Merry Christmas



We're almost there.
We're almost to Christmas!
As we've been venturing through our advent book this year,
one little step at a time,
I struggle to keep my emotions in check.
The kids look at me a little bewildered-
Mom, this is great news!  Why are you almost crying?

Some won't understand why I get emotional.
They will never quite get it.
I go to bed every night and beg God to make this baby,
the baby who was born in a dirty, cold stable, the center of my heart.
I beg for Him to be the cornerstone of every decision and motive in my life.

That is why I barely make it through our Advent time without soaking the pages.
It was Him all along.
He wasn't some "last minute" plan that God threw in because He was between a rock and a hard spot.
Jesus... He was the plan for all eternity.

Christmas is such a wonderful time of year.
It is filled with family, presents, and cherished memories.
I, honestly, spend most of the year waiting on this one holiday to come around.
Then, when it does, the gravity of the whole story- a true story-
is almost more than my heart can take.

In a few months, I'll be on my knees thanking Him for dying on a cross,
but now... I'm in awe of how this beautiful love story all began.
God makes no mistakes.
 The birth of Jesus is the beginning of the biggest love offering there was or ever will be.
Hold tight to the truth.  It's all we have.  Love on your family.  Freeze their excitement and squeals of happiness in your minds.  It's all part of the joyous season, but pause for a minute.  Pause and let your heart steady on the raw, beautiful truth behind it all. 

 He was born, in a manger.  His mama, I'm sure, was terrified and unsure of what was to come.  His daddy was trusting in the vision he had been given.  But, this little baby's Father... He knew all along.  We need the true story of Christmas.  We need it to center every breath we take.


Merry Christmas.

2 comments:

  1. I totally cry reading Advent books too! My favorite is Song of the Stars. I hope you and your family have a Merry Christmas!

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  2. I love this post. Perfectly written and the littles are beautiful

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