Christmas is the season of peace. For me it is mostly "piece." A piece of this and a piece of that until I finally drop from exhaustion and worry and accept my inept attempt at making Christmas special and just watch the pageant unfold before my eyes.
I see the children giving presents, the efforts my wife made in making the home beautiful, the brief moments of courtesy my son shows a sister, the sharing of turns on the video game, the puzzle, that seemed never could be completed, slowly falling in place amid cheerful conversations. This year several things added to my joy.
I am the one who used to do the lights on the tree. Now my daughter does.
I am the one who used to fill the stockings and make last preparations with my wife. This time my teens helped mom.
I am the one who makes the star. My daughter had the desire this year.
I love to help make the Christmas Eve dinner. This time it was pot-luck.
We usually go over to the inlaws to open presents on Christmas Eve. This year they came to our home.
These were all great blessings. I just sat back and smiled. My heart has rarely had such joy.
This year all the pieces came together and I had peace. Peace that reminds me of the joy we can have if we do what God wants and receive His peace.
I love my family. Thank you Father.
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