The Christmas season is my absolute favorite time of the year. I love everything about it. For some time now I have had visions (delusions) of our perfect Christmas with our perfect family. None of the lights on our house would be burned out, our tree would be evenly decorated (not just the bottom three feet), our angelic children that are a perfect mix of our best features, would wear Christmas pajamas and unwrap their perfect gifts. Perfect, right? Not quite, the most beautiful piece of this perfect picture is missing.
Jesus is not a piece of the story, He IS the story. This will be our first Christmas with our children, because of Him. Two children that look absolutely nothing like either one of us. Two children that are far from perfect, far from angelic, and still very broken. Our sweet girl is five and has lived in this country all five of her years, yet this is her second Christmas. All of the things I once found necessary to make the perfect Christmas, no longer matter.
This Christmas will be perfect because of Jesus. Our babies are no longer orphans, because of Him. We are no longer orphans, because of Him. Pinkalicious has been shelved and our bed time routine is filled with stories of His birth and His great love for us, because of Him. In her bedtime prayers last night our girl thanked God that her mommy and daddy love her more than candy and she told Him she loved Him more than the sunshine, because of Him.
The lights are on the house, the tree is up, the Christmas cards are ordered and the gifts have been purchased. During this wonderful and special time of the year may we keep our eyes on the most beautiful and expensive gift of all, the One who was, and is, and is to come.
