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