Thursday, December 16, 2010

How Christmas Is Supposed To Be

'Whenever Christmas starts to burden, its a sign that I've taken on something of the world and not of Christ...

Christ the babe comes in Christmas as Christ the Savior comes on the cross-- seeking only our embrace...

What if I laid down efforts and expectations, perfectionism and performance, and simply waited with arms and heart and eyes wide open...'

I read this post this afternoon and immediately refreshment took over...

Fevers, runny noses, coughs... have been bouncing back and forth between the six of us for the past few days.

Relatives are arriving at scattered moments throughout the next two days. I'm so glad they're all coming...

Christmas is being with one another. It's doing life together...

It's a husband loving on his kids while letting his sick wife take a three hour nap.

It's a husband bringing home a can of his wife's favorite soup, a salad, and some bread for dinner so that she doesn't have to cook for the masses.

It's a husband who does the dishes and serves his wife despite that he himself doesn't feel all that great.

It's a husband who puts a blanket on the living room floor, A Christmas Storyon TV and has a picnic with his sick family by the light of the Christmas tree.

It's brothers laughing together on the living room floor.

It's a husband that gathers his treasures on the couch in the living room to read about the true meaning of Christmas.

Christmas is Christ coming to serve, love, forgive, restore, and renew. What better gifts then, can we give to one another?

1000 gifts...

#39 Thousands of kisses followed by little girl giggles just before the lights go out each night.

#40 A husband who serves with joy.

#41 A can of warm soup healing my soar throat.

#42 A house full of family, enjoying being together, void of expectations

#43 Watching the snow fall in the dark of the night with my Joey's head in my lap talking about silly things.

#44 A friend who's teaching me how to study The Word.

#45 A bottle of lotion from a friend that reminds me of my mother.

#46 Three treasures gathered around the stove on chairs and stools anticipating a batch of rice crispy treats.

#47 Three hours fast asleep in my bed in the middle of the day

#48 His passionate pursuit, despite myself. :)