Monday, December 5, 2011

He Came to Us

It's beginning to look like Christmas in our home.
The kids had a great time decorating the tree...well Anna was an excited helper...Oliver liked to find the ones that were glass and try to throw them on the tree.  Just the glass ones.

There is something about pulling out your decorations and your ornaments each year and remembering what they represent.  Memories are within these decorations.  Nutcrackers that were given to Philip each year, since he was little, by his Gram.  Things from when we were first married, a cupcake ornament for Anna, an owl ornament for Oliver.
Physical, tangible memories of our life together.

But how do I make them see the wonder of Christmas?
That it is more than presents, decorations, and ornaments?
That the God who we serve, sent his Son, to us, his beloved.

To this place where fear seems to reign, where evil happens everyday 
and injustice is common place.
How do I make them see this grand gesture of love that happened?
He came to us.

Mountains would have bowed down.  Seas would have roared. Trees would have clapped their hands. But the earth held its breath.  As silent as snow falling, he came in.  And when no one was looking, in the darkness, he came.   (The Jesus Storybook Bible)

Because this baby came to chase away the darkness and help people to see.
Hoping that as I try and show my children this wonder this Christmas, 
that my heart would be in awe right along with them.  

1 comment:

  1. I still look at my ornaments and remember the friend who gave me that one...what happened that year...who cross-stitched or knitted and gave from their hearts and hands...
    as to the wonder of Christmas - I think you've got the key - having your heart be like a child's - looking at God's story of love - in amazement and awe ...
    keep writing and sharing, Carrie - love your blog!