Merry Christmas friends!
I hope you've all had a special day
celebrating our Savior's birth.
I'm ready to brew a hot cup of tea and enjoy the twinkle
of the Christmas tree lights awhile in the dark.
Speaking of dark; last night was one I hope to never forget.
Recently we got a new camera to try out so since the weather was
so mild we found ourselves on a blanket on our backs
moongazing on Christmas Eve. It was soooo ...
The clouds were moving so fast...
There's just something about star gazing,
and watching the clouds go by...
I think more than anything it's taking the time
to just look uP for awhile.
How can you not just marvel at God's awesomeness
while looking up at His creation?
What a memory I'll treasure for years to come.
(Think I love the new camera too. )
Waking up Christmas morning,
this was where I started the day.
Now that Christmas was here, ...
I didn't want it to end.
It's hard to explain the feeling inside.
It churned as I realized there were no more doors to open
on the potting shed advent calendar.
And again opening day 25 in the Advent book I've followed along in.
there was no more... it was just me
and Him at the table.
I felt ashamed ... the sadness I felt.
Why do I feel like this Lord?
I really don't know what to do now?
It was so quiet...
I kept looking up at this ornament.
And I remember how just the day before a gal on Instagram shared this very word
as her one word for 2015.
Advent means "coming."
He came for us.
And one day He'll be coming again.
John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Thank You Lord for coming.
So the rest of our morning was spent getting things ready.
Threw a spiral cut ham in the oven...
set up a cardtable to extend our table,
found extra chairs...
put the dogs up,
did chicken chores...
you know; the usual stuff...
The kids all made it in.
Our youngest son's fiance made the big cake this year!
It was so beautiful....
a cake for the King of the Universe.
It was a good day.
Breaking bread together
After opening gifts, our oldest son stepped over the obstacle course of
gifts, wrapping paper, boxes
and bows to sit beside me.
"It's Christmas Momma," he said as he leaned in.
In Trento Bean lingo that means,
"Please could you scratch my head?"
As a Momma... you just have no idea what that does for this heart.
Thank You Lord for this man child and every soul in this room.
Thank You for the love here of family and friends,
and ...every person reading this too.
Thank you for coming to earth
to love us all the way to the cross.
Thank you for that quiet this morning...
that stirred me up inside... even the sadness I could feel.
May I remember to look uP
... more Lord.
Happy birthday dear Jesus,
love, Leaon mary