soon to bulge with ornaments,
lights, garland and bows.
lights, garland and bows.
Traditions wrapped tightly and tucked away;
another holiday season of precious memories
sealed into the hearts of my favorite little people.
I look at the empty red boxes and it's almost
as if magical pixie dust gets stored under the lids.
Something that sprinkles change all over our
perspective and priorities.
They don't know it yet,
but one day they will look back
and it will be
the little things.
Those gifts without wrapping paper or bows.
The couch that stayed pulled out into a bed
for 2 1/2 weeks, just so they could fall asleep
under the Christmas lights.
The ornaments that were hung together as a family of 5;
sealed into the hearts of my favorite little people.
I look at the empty red boxes and it's almost
as if magical pixie dust gets stored under the lids.
Something that sprinkles change all over our
perspective and priorities.
They don't know it yet,
but one day they will look back
and it will be
the little things.
Those gifts without wrapping paper or bows.
The couch that stayed pulled out into a bed
for 2 1/2 weeks, just so they could fall asleep
under the Christmas lights.
The ornaments that were hung together as a family of 5;
an increasingly rare moment.
The nightly Christmas movie with no concern for bedtime.
The jammie party with steaming hot cocoa.
The laughter.
The Christmas coloring book
that came to life with each new color.
The conversations of a baby born in a manger;
named Emmanuel~ God with us.
The nightly Christmas movie with no concern for bedtime.
The jammie party with steaming hot cocoa.
The laughter.
The Christmas coloring book
that came to life with each new color.
The conversations of a baby born in a manger;
named Emmanuel~ God with us.
Madelyn and I begin separating hooks from ornaments,
reminiscing her favorite parts of the past month
and the houses with the best lights.
She pauses and a quiet washes over her,
"I'm not ready to put Christmas away".
reminiscing her favorite parts of the past month
and the houses with the best lights.
She pauses and a quiet washes over her,
"I'm not ready to put Christmas away".
I put the bag of hooks down.
Christmas 2015 was different than the past several years.
This year I didn't want disappointment's
to wrap back up in bubble wrap
along with fragile glass bulbs.
This year I felt the conviction back in November,
before the trees ever went up;
the weaving in will work the grieving out.
It's what we do in therapy~
Change doesn't come
by simply removing something from our life.
Danger looms in the voids left unattended.
Long term change requires something in it's place.
The weaving in.
And so it was for us.
A season of intentional gifts.
Love (as it's spelled) unwrapped one night at a T.I.M.E.
The present of being present.
This Christmas was truly special
and our lighted (but ornamentless) trees are still up,
savoring it all for just a bit longer.
A tender reminder of what Light does in the darkest nights
when we accept the greatest gift~
Emmanuel; God {woven in} with us.
This year I didn't want disappointment's
to tuck back in with the garland and bows.
No "what wasn'ts" to wrap back up in bubble wrap
along with fragile glass bulbs.
This year I felt the conviction back in November,
before the trees ever went up;
the weaving in will work the grieving out.
It's what we do in therapy~
Change doesn't come
by simply removing something from our life.
Danger looms in the voids left unattended.
Long term change requires something in it's place.
The weaving in.
And so it was for us.
A season of intentional gifts.
Love (as it's spelled) unwrapped one night at a T.I.M.E.
The present of being present.
and our lighted (but ornamentless) trees are still up,
savoring it all for just a bit longer.
A tender reminder of what Light does in the darkest nights
when we accept the greatest gift~
Emmanuel; God {woven in} with us.
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