In the next 48 hours, our family will celebrate the births of two babies who changed my life and my world. It's just another reason I love this time of year.
Being with family and friends (sometimes, those are one in the same–sometimes not.) 
is awesome. So is chillaxin on the couch with the boys and watching 'Santa Claus is Coming To Town' for the upteenth time. Having time to let the body catch up with the soul. And heading off to our Christmas Eve service (in an hour).
A beautiful young girl in our ministry gave birth to a little boy last week. She named him Elijah. (How awesome is that?) It has been a profound reminder of what Christmas is about. In our tech-riddled community, the simplest things are quite often the most profound. While society rushes frantically to purchase gifts to give others, Victoria was laboring away to give life to a beautiful, precious, and delicate little boy who will change her world forever. An unmarried teen mother not so very different from a girl named Mary we read about. Scared. Excited. Trusting. Filled with wonder and awe and hope.
And unto us another child is born. A symbol of hope and love. An ikon of the Father. A reminder that God has not given up on us yet.
