A lot of things I had planned went undone. Some of my favorite Christmas decorations were packed away so well last year that they were not found this year. I have a pantry full of the makings of batches of things that I just never found the time to bake, and a sack of tins to put them in just clanging around in my bedroom floor. And still……it came. And it was wonderful. It was better than anything I might have planned. By the time my last child got home on Thursday night, I had been pacing in and out of the house to the porch to watch for her for an hour. When she walked in just in time to sit down to dinner, and we all held hands to pray, and my son said a beautiful prayer, there just was not enough room in my heart and it burst and I had to lay my face in my hands and cry.
There were gifts, and they were thoughtful and generous and appreciated, but what made us rich had little to nothing to do with those.
This simple home, this sweet family…..we were the unknowing cast of the Christmas pageant- the wise and otherwise folks, the earnest and salt of the earth shepherds. We were the gold and the frankinsence. And right here, in this shotgun house and our tender hearts, the Christ child was born.