We celebrated Christmas at my Daddy's house tonight, the home that I grew up in. I have memories there that I don't have anywhere else. When I walk through the door of that place, I feel like I've stepped into "home".
It was a special night, as we went around the dinner table, sharing something about Christmas. My Daddy cried. I cried. It was a memorable night.
As we prayed, thanking God for all He has done for us, I couldn't help but think of Mary on this night so many years ago. She's been told what was going to happen. I love what Luke 2:19-29 says:
Mary kept all
these things to herself, holding them dear, deep within herself. The
sheepherders returned and let loose, glorifying and praising God for
everything they had heard and seen. It turned out exactly the way they’d
Cherish the time you spend with your loved ones, my friends. Be there for them, in the moment. Especially if you have young kids. Make memories with them. Not just tomorrow, but everyday.
I know I will.
Merry Christmas, and love to all.