The Christmas season should last all year. The lights, the smells, the good will. The 25th is the day we celebrate the birth of our Lord, but I find the day itself to simply mark the end of the celebration. For me, it is the time leading up to the day that truly draws out the childish awe and wonder that brings me closer to Him. Though I am far from home, I am blessed with the comfort of things that remind me how loved I am.
Let's list some blessings, shall we? Some surprises that the Lord has sent my way to show His love for me. My undeserving and ungrateful heart could use a reminder of just how much I've been given, to remember that even in my darkest hour I am bathed in the love and light of Christ.
A Honeybaked Ham. Yes ladies and gentleman, yesterday as I lounged around watching Friends and eating Chick-fil-A I was surprised by a knock on the door, a shout of "UPS", and lo and behold, a man in brown was standing outside holding a Honeybaked Ham box. 'Twas a gift from my roommate's family. Nothing says Christmas like meat. And as you all know...I love meat.
A Wonderful Schedule. This week has been all Nanny, all the time. And Christmas Eve? I get to carpool, get ready with, and share a breakroom with my roomie. That doesn't happen often, and we're quite excited.
I am Loved. I have no doubts. I know that even though I am not at home for Christmas, there are those who wish I were. The same people who do their best to include me in their lives as best they can. The calls, the messages, the emails. I don't know if they know how much all of it means to me, but it truly does. There are times when it breaks my heart to know some of the things I'm missing out on, the things I'm not apart of, but knowing they'd include me if they could is consolation.
January? I declare that you shall be postponed. 2 more weeks of Christmas!
