The big yellow house out in Texas-Country, it carries pieces of my heart.
It wasn't but a few days before Christmas that our first two sons were born.
And it wasn't but a few days after that same Christmas that we came to this place.
We always have our own room here.
That year, that room was the place where I cried all my tears.
My arms were empty, with nothing tangible to show for, of all that my heart and my body had been through in just a few weeks' time.
That year, was eleven years ago.
Yesterday I woke up on Christmas morning in that same big beautiful house.
I glanced out the window and there through the trees was the most glorious sunrise.
Before I knew it, there were two kiddos tucked up under each arm... One sprawled out at my feet... One crying cuz he couldn't find just the right spot close enough to his Mama... And a baby crawling all over everyone.
Their Papa was reading aloud the story of Jesus' birth, it's the way we've started Christmas morning for nine years now. There were squabbles and hugs and whispers in between words being read.
Later that day I was walking around the lake with just my Joey and I when I choked out the words through my happy tears...
"There was a time when we woke up in this place with our arms empty... But this morning... oh glorious this morning... the sunrise was magnificent and all those kids were crowded around me..."
Sometimes the kindness of the Lord can be nearly indescribable.
He's the Giver of gifts I never even knew to ask for... Gifts that He has given in abundance.