24 December 2013

Merry Christmas.

A baby and her dad are fast asleep, and I'm fighting
heavy eye lids because I know that at this time tomorrow I will be saying
 "I can't believe it's over already." So, I'm enjoying O Holy Night on repeat, 
the smell of our tiny tree, and my hundredth cup of hot chocolate for the season.   

Tonight I've slowed down to remember one amazing thing. 
A couple thousand years ago, 
God saw fit to send his baby boy to die for me, and you, and her…

Merry Christmas, friend.  
I hope you are somewhere getting punched in the gut by this holy night too. 
Much love. 

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