We ate dinner together, as a family almost every night growing up. When Christmas season hit- right after the last word of grace was spoken- Betsy would shout out, “JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!”
Today my parents will get here in the afternoon and we’ll eat around a table at a restaurant, and open presents just like when we were little. Especially now that we’re older, it’s even more evident that Jesus is the reason, we want to shout it just as loud. That little baby would grow up and save the world, save us. He is my wonderful counselor, mighty God, Prince of Peace.
I’m thankful for that. I hope your Christmas is filled with peace, joy, and lots of awe & wonder.