The children are all in bed, supposedly sleeping. We’ve brought out the presents from their hiding places and put them under the tree. I’ve stuffed the stockings. The dishes are done (mostly!) and now we’re just sitting on the couch, doing our separate quiet thing, enjoying the silence of the evening.
Before our oldest went to bed, we did the next to last day of the Jesse Tree advent celebration that we’ve been doing and she put the picture onto our tree. And she went off to bed excited about tomorrow being Christmas. One of the things that I love about Christmas this year is that she’s now old enough to understand (sort of) what Christmas is about. She knows that we celebrate Jesus coming as a baby. All month long she has pretended to be Mary and her various dolls and stuffed animals have alternated being Joseph and Baby Jesus. At one point she said Baby Jesus was a girl and we decided to draw a line on that one. We explained that the Bible says very clearly that Jesus was a boy so she could pretend but Jesus had to be a boy.
As we stuffed the stockings tonight, J and I were so excited and can’t wait to sit down with the kids tomorrow and open presents and go to church together and celebrate with our church family as well. As I prepared the house for our visitors and then reached the point of “I’m tired and don’t want to do anymore” I had a look around the house and decided that everything was just fine. I’m not seeking perfection, just a comfortable air of peace in order to be hospitable.
My thoughts are a bit of a jumble, but I’m feeling content. Thank you, Lord, for your provision for us, through your Son Jesus Christ. Thank you for the provision of our home that we can use to serve others and each other.