Our messy, good, tragic, beautiful, hope-filled life..

Our family “movie theater”

Cozy nights with a crackling fire. Family nights in our comfy “movie theater”. ⁣

Life holds so much heartache and full hearts; pain and healing; tears and joy. No matter How difficult a week may be nor how draining, my heart is still full as the excitement of Christmas fills our home, our thoughts, and our hearts.⁣

I have to be blunt honest with you, this week was rough. The school week ended with a grand finish too and as my family got cozy by the fire and sat to twinkling lights from the Christmas tree, I cried in my room. My heart could only handle so much pain as I’ve watched pain bubble to the surface in those I love and spill and spew out all over the place. Yesterday was the messiest of them all. ⁣

Despite the mess, we still got in our pjs and had a family celebration full of pizza, cake and a Christmas movie with a crackling fire. The mess is still there but so is love. ⁣

The Christmas season reminds us of the reason why we hope through the hardest of circumstances. Because of Jesus I know that the messy life we live will one day look much different. Healing and wholeness will come and laughter and joy will grow until it overtakes all the attempted robberies of precious life. ⁣

Perhaps you need a moment to cry after a hard day, a brutal week or just the loss that 2020 has brought. You have permission to do so. Grieve as you need but get back to life and celebrate even if the mess is still there. ⁣

Counting The Savior’s Fingers And Toes

I have been thinking about Mary and baby Jesus recently. How did it feel to hold him close knowing who he was? As I began pondering these things the birth of Jesus started to come alive in different ways. Other things came to my mind as well.

Since God chose Mary and Joseph to be parents to Jesus, then he has fully equipped you to parent your kids whether they are biological or not. You are needed. You are known.

Remember the babe in a manger. Look at his family. Even he grew up in a blended family. It was not perfect. They were not rich. They loved God and each other. Obedience ran deep in their veins and trust was rooted in their hearts.

Below is a quick story that came from one of my days of pondering, wondering and imagining one of the greatest days in history for all mankind.

As you read, may the birth of Christ become more real to you today.

The dingy, musky air filled with scents of hay and sheep surrounded them. A fire crackled as a pot of water warmed over for Jesus and Mary.

Mary lay back exhausted and uncomfortable. She was trying to get Jesus to latch on for his first meal while Joseph gathered food, and tended to the fire. He would check on her every now and then. She would catch him staring at them in awe.

Jesus cooed and Mary nuzzled her nose into his neck and inhaled the scent of him. She counted his fingers and toes twice over. His eyes had a brightness to them and seemed to have a hue of every color. This was the Savior her people had been waiting their entire lives for.

Her heart could hardly take in that she was chosen to be his Mommy. How does one raise the son of God? She and Joseph did not have much and she bit back tears as she realized their lives were not fit for a king. It humbled her that she was considered worthy for such a task. And now here he was, in her arms, tiny, handsome and needing her. The Savior of the world needed her.

As Joseph finished gathering rags he brought over the warmed water and took care of his family. He could hardly believe that he was to raise the Messiah. He looked perfect in every way. Mary was more beautiful to him than she ever was. There were no words for this moment. Immediately their souls had intertwined and been brought together in a way that no one else in history would ever know.

Only a Savior could do that.