I love the Christmas season. Except for when I don’t. December is a tough month around our house. My husband works a lot of hours, and his job is even more stressful than usual. The kids have projects and finals at school. There are places to go, things to buy, and activities to plan. It’s all busy, all the time.
But, while it’s true that the Christmas season has its own unique set of difficulties, the season also brings a special beauty and joy that is hard to find at any other time of the year. The lights, the trees, the music, the packages. They all hold a little bit of magic that brightens up the days.
In the middle of the mess, and the schedules, and the lists, it’s easy to forget that Christmas is a celebration. It is a celebration of life.
So long ago in a humble stable, Mary gave birth to a new life. And as that little baby took His first breath and whimpered His first cry, everything changed. Hope for a sinful world was born. The new life that began in a dark, dirty stable brought new life to my dark, dirty heart. And I am changed.
I’m going to be taking a little break from blogging for a few days so that I will have one less thing to distract me from the joy I should be living. I want to focus on the beauty of the gospel and the blessings of my family. I want to watch movies, play games, make cookies, wrap gifts. And I want to relax and enjoy it all (except the wrapping gifts….probably not going to enjoy that part).
I hope you have a lovely Christmas with those you love. I’ll see you next year….