I’m sitting at the bar in the kitchen on my laptop, watching my husband whipping up a batch of bread dough in the KitchenAide for our Christmas dinner rolls. He has already blessed us with waffles and whole berry syrup for breakfast. The girls have been playing with their Christmas presents in the living room while listening to music. They are almost more happy with the bubble wrap that I used to keep their presents from rattling around inside the Wheat Thins boxes they were wrapped in than with the presents themselves.

We read the Christmas story out of Luke 2 this morning, and I prayed that Jesus would be honored by our celebration of His birthday today, and that we would be fully aware of His presence with us. There is a quiet peace about the house as we are in no rush to do anything or to be anywhere but here. I am grateful for this time. I need this time. Time to hear myself think. Time to spend with my family. And time to reflect on the significance of this day. It may not be the actual, historical day perhaps, but the day we choose to celebrate a most miraculous event. The day God became flesh and dwelt among us. The day He gave up His majesty to become like one of us. Oh, how He loves us!!

Many blessings from our family to yours this miraculous Christmas Day!