Merry Christmas

It's early on Christmas Eve morning. The house is quiet, except for the sound of the coffee pot and our local meteorologist friend telling us about the rain, sleet, and snow on the way. The only illumination in the room is from the beautifully decorated tree, filled with lights and with ornaments from years past, each with a history, a story of its own.

In a few hours, we'll rip through the presents under the tree (we're supposed to travel to visit family tomorrow) and the quiet will give way to the happy celebration of a family blessed beyond measure.

But now, for a precious few minutes, I have time to think about the blessings of this day and this celebration- a happy, healthy family; a warm and safe home to protect us from the elements; good friends with whom we journey together through this life.

I am especially thankful for a Savior, born as a baby, who changed the world. My world. Your world, too, if you let Him. I am thankful for grace, forgiveness, and second chances; for hope and a future.

For coffee and a warm bed. I've decided to pile back in. The day will start soon enough.