There were moments within this Christmas that were just for me. Packaged up by God. Might as well have had a big red bow on them.
My heart always takes note of when all of my children and grandchildren are in the same zip code, it skips a beat when they are under one roof! The arrival of the “college son” made that whole scene possible many times over the last week or so. My heart noticed them all. And the ones where myself and my siblings were in the same place. I’m sure my mother was pleased with her first Christmas party at her farm place – all of her children, grand-children, and great grandchildren were there. But, we did miss my step-sister and her family!
The Nerf wars have grown to a three generation explosion this year – at the house and at the farm. I think we even involved the boyfriend. The longer we keep this tradition, the better the Nerf guns grow to be and the more there are. I think I bought 200 bullets this year.
I have learned that whether we are at the house with our fancy Christmas tree that holds 30 years of sentimental trinket ornaments, or at the farm with all the ornaments hand-made straight off the farm – We do the same things. We sing the same songs. We play the same games. We make memories together. We are just US. We are brand new sometimes farmers. Sometimes we are farming, sometimes we are hanging our in our newish house. We are still the same family. We eat, we sing, we have nerf gun wars, we play to win, we pick on each other, we hug – alot, we say “I love you” a lot (at least some of us).
God usually reminds me how much He loves me by catching me in the little moments and showing me that He knows what I need before I even ask. I was able to have everyone together without arguing. I was able to see each of my children and grandchildren and all the associated spouses genuinely smile. I heard from a dear friend whom my heart was missing this Christmas and I couldn’t really even put my finger on it. I was able to sing with the kids – a few hours of worship that will carry me over til the next time that is possible. My 3 year old grand-daughter was able to tell me the real reason we celebrate Christmas. (Thank you Mommaw Kandy!) Everything that needed to get done, got done. I was able to see my mom enjoy the family at the party. There were so many more little moments, and they were all precious.
Thank You Lord for Your son, for my intercessor, my friend, my savior. Thank You for Your perfect and very personal love. You may have come for all, but it was nice to remember that You came for me.
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