Okay. With that out of the way...
Merry Christmas =)
Our Christmas season has stayed blessedly busy with a variety of activities....
::buckeye rolling
::tree picking
Molly & Mom, the tree selection team |
Dad, who kindly held multiple trees while we made our selection |
the group having an impromptu meeting |
dressed & ready to jump |
::seasonal gatherings with our church family
Family Photo before the Christmas Eve Service Photo Credit: Dad/Kipp |
an impromptu "couple" picture |
capturing the "sister selfie" |
Molly's gift of "sister" notebooks with personalized lists of what she's learned from Melissa and I |
There were beautiful gifts, but my favorite theme this year was watching Dad open multiple gifts and seeing the picture come together more and more clearly:
First, the golf club appeared... |
Then the very nice and fancy bag with a built-in stand... |
The matching jacket was the next addition... |
...and the sunglasses completed the outfit :) |
God's been teaching me a lot lately...unrolling the picture of sending Jesus Christ to earth as a baby for the salvation of the world. In many ways, the deeper understanding I have come to this year is much like the revelation of Dad's golfing outfit in the pictures above...
...clear, but incomplete.
...wonderful, but only on a surface level.
As more and more is unveiled, the picture is made whole and ever so much more amazing than it was just to start.
God's been teaching me more aspects about himself and giving me situations where I am forced to seek out the Biblical response. This search, albeit painful, has showed me what it means to forgive and just how deep the pain and how great the gift of forgiveness is.
It seems like more of an Easter lesson, doesn't it? After all, when it comes to the story of the life of Jesus Christ, we think of his miraculous birth at Christmas and save the forgiveness, salvation, and reconciliation stories for Easter.
But what is Easter without Christmas? If there was no baby, then there would be no forgiveness...no heavenly example...no hope.
The lesson that I've learned this Christmas is just how powerful and just how pricey my salvation was. God's taken me beyond the cute nativity sets...and awwing over the youngest baby playing Jesus in a live nativity. He's shown me the price that Christ paid by coming down into my dirty world to offer us hope. He didn't have to do it. He wanted to do it.
That is the miracle of Christmas.
"Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child
Welcome Holy Child
Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for them
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God"
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God"
~Excerpt of lyrics, Welcome to our World (Michael W. Smith)
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