The stockings were empty, the gifts are unwrapped, Christmas cinnamon rolls were eaten…the toy fights had begun.

It’s Christmas morning.

I haven’t posted in a while. We had our big trip to Boston and then suddenly the holiday has been in full swing.

Gifts had to made, cookies had to be baked (and eaten), parties had to be attended.

The season of Christmas was among us before I even had a chance to throw away the Thanksgiving turkey.

With the toy explosion that has hit our little home, I had to find a place for the Tonka trucks, toy tools, and other toys that made loud noises and bright lights.

Evan’s room needed to be reorganized anyways.  I thought this would be a great time to do it to make room for his loot.

I started emptying out drawers and shelves.

Suddenly…a past I had forgotten was suddenly right before my eyes.

As I listened to a tornado almost two year old heart kid squeal with joy and whine and cry with agony that his sister would not let him wear her tiara and play dress up shoes, I found myself brought back to a time where I didn’t know if I’d get this moment.

Oxygen sensors, feeding tubes, breathing masks, binders documenting weight gain/loss, vital signs, hospital supplies…

I’m overwhelmed.

Not just overwhelmed with how far he (we) has come.

Not just overwhelmed with realization that we have another heart surgery in the next few months.

Not just overwhelmed that I was surrounded by a life of a seemingly normal toddler who has beat almost every odd.

But, overwhelmed by this day.

This Christmas day.

A girl was told she would give birth to a son.  She was told she would get to love him.  She was told to not be afraid….but she would lose her son.  He would die.  He would die for a purpose greater than anyone could fathom.

She was to raise Him up.  She was to care for him and love him.  She was told to be His mama until the day He would be called home.

Oh,sweet Mary.  Mother of all mothers.

I know your heart ached and felt joy all at once when you met your son on this Christmas day.

I know you loved Him with a fierceness unlike anything you had ever experienced.

And dear Joseph. I know you stood apart but close by to witness the child who was only your earthly son but you loved him with a passion. I know you loved him as all Daddies love their children.


Jesus…today is the day you came to be born so that all others after you and until eternity may live.

Your birth has brought such great hope.

Your birth has brought joy to those who were empty.

Your birth and your life has given meaning to this world that seems so painful and unfair.

I am overwhelmed.

I am overwhelmed by the meaning behind this day.

This Christmas day.

A mother who shared my fears for her son.

A mother who had no choice to wholeheartedly trust in her God.

A mother and earthly father who chose to raise up a child as their own and love Him no matter what the pain would be if and when they lost Him.

A child who loved life and lived a perfect life to cover up my imperfections.

I am overwhelmed.

Because I am reminded today that no matter what happens in this life, hope still remains in a Savior born on this day.

Merry CHRISTmas.


Luke 1:30-31

And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.

Romans 15:13

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.