I know I already said it once, but, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I’m supposed to be napping right now, since child 2 woke me up at 5 am, which caused me to wake child 1 up at 6 am and get the Christmas ball rolling. Instead, I’m laying in bed watching my son’s chest rise and fall while he sleeps ever so peacefully, thinking about how absolutely blessed I am. In every way.
My body may hurt now, but God used it to give me an absolutely and wonderfully perfect daughter AND son. It’s Christmas day and I have THIS to look at…
So fat and jolly …And then THIS little Miss, in her new hat…
…AND I have this hottie husband, who currently is napping. And who makes it all possible.
I’d say that there are worst things out there, but that kind of banter wouldn’t appropriately convey the depths of love that is permeating my heart right now. So I will just say that they amaze me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
But then God is like, hold up. I have SO MUCH MORE.
I have been given the most incredible community, both near and far, who use their gifts to bless my family and me beyond anything I feel the least bit worthy of. People using their money, skills, creativity, words, and presence to lavish out love on us. And I’m so grateful for that and for the depiction of Christ they are to me, to Kevin, and to our kids. Makaila and Cohen are growing up in an environment where Jesus’ love is beaming out onto them, and the only thing that means more to me than that, is Jesus himself. Which is the reason for celebrating this day, anyway. Wow. Emotional overload over here.
Along with Christmas comes a lot of expectations. There are things to do, people to see, and I can feel the weight of it all taking a toll my body. And I want to push myself, so that no one (including me) comes out disappointed. But having a chronic illness, my body doesn’t respond well at all to being “pushed.” So even though I’m sitting here with a headache, sore throat, and moderate body aches, I’m reminded on this day of my biggest blessing of all. The one that allows me to know that no matter how physically or emotionally broken and exhausted I may feel, I have a God who is there to give me joy, comfort, and strength. Even if that strength is mostly just within my spirit.
So again I say, Merry Christmas. I hope that you have many blessings to be celebrating today, too.
Oh, my aunt has Lupus. 