Christmas is merry. Merry, merry merry. In fact, about any holiday or any ole day is merry when you throw together a handful of family members and good friends.
From this kettle of goodness tends to emerge a great deal of laughter, music and good times. Truly, I can't think of anything I love more than being with my family. With the bustle and crowd of a loud, happy everyone about me, I sometimes like to step back from the doorway and just look. It's one of the most beautiful sights to me. I feel as if I were in a painting almost - a near perfect painting, only everything is so very alive and I am more than a spectator from the outside of the frame, but living in it.
I suppose I'll never understand God's kindness to me. Will any of us??? That's one of the things that will never leave me in heaven, I think, the awe of His beautiful, illogical love to me. I believe I'll ever wonder at it.
A group watches "Scrooge" in the school room, GrandPatty reads a book in our smallest chair in the living room and Uncle rocks back and forth reading history in one hand and singing with little Imani Hope in the other. Papa works late tonight, sweet Daddy. And Mama helps bring another little life into the world and I think to myself, how splendid it is to be a part of such a family.
Merry Merry Christmas!!!
