I'll be home for Christmas

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During this time of year, we begin thinking about where we will be spending Christmas. We think of waking up in the excitement of our children or grandchildren.  We think of watching the eyes of those we love beam as we open gifts gathered around a tree strung with warm glowing lights.  We talk about what we'll be eating and which family member will be bringing which item.  We coordinate schedules so that we can get to this Grandma's house and that Papa's house or which parent will have the kids which days of Christmas Holiday.  It is a day in which we sing I'll be home for Christmas thinking about the comfort that 'home' brings.

When our journey with Emma began several weeks ago we shed tears about how the holidays would be different yet as the hours turned into weeks the sad emotions gave way to something different.  A knowing came over us that while we would not be in our home under the glow of the lights and the enchantment that comes with the opening of a stocking and smelling fresh sausage pinwheels cooking in the oven we would definitely be home for Christmas. 

Home is not just the four walls that provide security, home is the security that comes from merely being gathered together. 

Home is not the warm glow of lights but the warmth that comes when you take the time to hug one another tightly as often as possible.

Home is not the food set on the table but the nourishment that we get from one another as we laugh, talk about the mundane task of our day and trust one another with our heart and soul.

We will not be on the mountain for Christmas but we will most assuredly be home for Christmas. 

May you be at home this Christmas.

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  1. UnknownDecember 12, 2017 at 6:39 PM

    I love this Amanda. Sending healing prayers to each of you this Christmas.

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  2. UnknownDecember 14, 2017 at 5:18 PM

    We've had this Christmas, the one that isn't at home but is in a strange place. But it was still Christmas -- Christ among us -- and our family was together, even if it was in a different dwelling. You are loved. Your family is loved.

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