There are a myriad of thoughts running through my mind this season but the two that predominate are:
- I am beyond thankful for the joy these three boys bring into my life -and-
- I am all-over-again in awe of the miracle that is Christmas.
This year more than any other Christmas before, I am trying to daily and practically focus my attention on these two gifts, more than on getting all the Christmas “stuff” done. I don’t know if it’s because the littles are getting bigger, or if it’s because of what we’ve been through over the last twelve months, but I want Christmas to be different this year.
I need the wonder and the joy and the holy silence. I need to see the rudeness of the manger, hear the songs of heavens angels, and feel again the love God has for a lost and broken world . . . the love He has for a lost and broken me. I need to remember how God makes impossible possible – both 2,000 years ago in Bethlehem’s stable and today in the world I know and I live.
“And His name will be the hope of all the world.” Matthew 12:21
So I will probably have to say no to some good things this year in order to make room for better. I’m going to have to intentionally make space to think, to cherish, to ponder.
Really, I’ll probably have to fight for it . . . but I can’t imagine a better way to spend December.