In many ways, the last 48 hours have been so perfect as we watched Emmett get excited about his little gifts for the first time and spent time together with family. Yet at the same time, it was all so normal and full of real life. I had a few moments of not-so-Christmas-cheer in my heart today and cranky over-tiredness got the best of a certain little person. We even had to make a trip to our small town emergency room last night because Gideon's face was covered in a rash and his little ears were oozing from an ear infection.
Then it hit me. For all the real life moments mixed into these perfect days, I am so grateful. Grateful because I am reminded that this is truly the meaning of Christmas. God coming down in the most humble of ways to live among messy broken people.
I have been gripped by this All Sons & Daughter's song this Christmas season. Gripped by the life changing truth of a Holy God wanting a relationship with people like us. Not asking us to clean up our mess to be accepted and wanted. No.
God. With. Us.
Coming to us.
Being peace to our troubled, needy hearts.
This, my friends, is Hope.
This is Christmas.
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I am taking a little blog break for the next few days to spend time with my little family and Adam's parents who are visiting from Los Angeles. But I am so excited to come back next week because I have lots of things I can't wait to share going into this wonderful new year.
Merry Christmas, sweet friends.