Happy Christmas to All...and to All a Good Night!
Christmas Day is winding down...our kids are in bed, prayers are said, food eaten, and gifts unwrapped, played with, scattered, and put in order again. But this year Christmas has been much more than today.
Christmas was a feeling I had last week as I reflected upon some of the blessings I have: health, the gospel, and my family. As I've watched friends struggle with health challenges I've realized that I don't control my health; God does. As hard as I may try, I can only influence my health. At some point I will be asked (in a big way) to exercise my faith that through the Savior I will be made whole, in whatever way He sees necessary: physically, emotionally, or spiritually. Christmas is the gratitude I've felt as I've felt the full magnitude of being healthy.
Christmas is the feeling I've had as I've read Christmas stories to my kids; it's the feeling they reflected as they looked for gifts for one another and willingly spent their money on one another.
Christmas is the love I feel for my family: unconditional love for my brother, whom I believe will slowly make his way back to being active in the church, but whom I love and miss more with every year; love for my Droddy cousins, whom I haven't seen for 20 years but who keep in touch with me and who live honest, inspiring lives; love for my Fredette cousins, who are incredibly talented and who fight battles I'd be afraid to enlist in; love for parents and in-laws; and love for my children and for Jared, who serves us all in so many ways, emulating the Savior in most of his actions.
Christmas is, above all, the feeling of love I have for my Savior and for my Father, who allowed me to be here.
Happy Christmas to All...and to All a Good Night.
Christmas was a feeling I had last week as I reflected upon some of the blessings I have: health, the gospel, and my family. As I've watched friends struggle with health challenges I've realized that I don't control my health; God does. As hard as I may try, I can only influence my health. At some point I will be asked (in a big way) to exercise my faith that through the Savior I will be made whole, in whatever way He sees necessary: physically, emotionally, or spiritually. Christmas is the gratitude I've felt as I've felt the full magnitude of being healthy.
Christmas is the feeling I've had as I've read Christmas stories to my kids; it's the feeling they reflected as they looked for gifts for one another and willingly spent their money on one another.
Christmas is the love I feel for my family: unconditional love for my brother, whom I believe will slowly make his way back to being active in the church, but whom I love and miss more with every year; love for my Droddy cousins, whom I haven't seen for 20 years but who keep in touch with me and who live honest, inspiring lives; love for my Fredette cousins, who are incredibly talented and who fight battles I'd be afraid to enlist in; love for parents and in-laws; and love for my children and for Jared, who serves us all in so many ways, emulating the Savior in most of his actions.
Christmas is, above all, the feeling of love I have for my Savior and for my Father, who allowed me to be here.
Happy Christmas to All...and to All a Good Night.
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