Sitting in the Christmas Eve service yesterday my heart reached its full capacity. My eldest was a candle lighter. As she walked down the aisle I had visions of a future walk down a similar aisle and my breath caught. My youngest fell asleep on my lap a still chubby finger wrapped around mine. Tears welled up. When the quartet powered through a gorgeous rendition of O Holy Night the tears gave way.
Joy and sorrow and bittersweet and laughter. And gratitude. Great heaps of gratefulness. Through the hard days I know Jesus came to carry. And the silly fun Santa and candy and cinnamon and nutmeg mix to make memories I'm writing on my heart.
Merry Christmas. Love and blessings.
I love Jesus. I think my two daughters can change the world. I think you can too.
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