I've decided that I'm probably not meant for blogging. First of all, I seldom find the time. If I turn on the computer during the day, Eli is sure to ask me for "Thomas on the computer" or "Yo Gabba Gabba" and when I tell him that it's Mommy's turn, he starts crying and then the writing mood has left me. If I wait until the boys go to sleep at night, I am usually to tired myself. Second of all, when I blog, its really hard for me to not write in an article type format, rather than just laying it all out.
But tonight I am breaking the pattern. I have to wait for Silas to fall asleep, so I can finish up some Christmas preparations and so Santa can come-so sleep is far away and I don't really feel like writing a polished piece. I am actually blogging!
I guess all I want to say tonight is that I am so thankful every day for God's blessings. Christmas is no exception. I love the candy making, the present wrapping, the shopping, the decorating...but most of all, I love going to bed Christmas Eve, knowing that He is ever present, Alpha and Omega, inside my heart and surrounding our home, in the back alleys and the quiet hillsides, Living, because He died. Died so we could live. Born not in a palace but in a manger surrounded by animals and starlight. Lowly, undesirable, even hated because God so loved the world...He gave His only son so that we would not perish but have eternal life...Thank you God, for sending your son on that night so long ago. Merry Christmas!
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