We'll Never Forget

Look around and you see all these ribbons commemorating some cause,...9/11, soliders active in war, autism, etc. I want to always remember the real meaning of Christmas. I don't have a ribbon on my car or on my tree, but there is a ribbon on my heart, tied to God, tugging at me to commune with Him and to remember His sacrifice, how God Himself was made flesh and lived among everyday people.

For me, Christmas is a pretty difficult time of the year. I think about my daddy who was the love of my life, and all the sacrfices he made to be sure that we had a merry christmas. The floor was full of toys and gifts and we had such a great time playing in our Pjs all day long. He made sure the house was decorated to the nines and we even won awards in the neighborhood for the best house.

Now that I'm a mom, I want to pass that same gift along to BabyWheel....the love of family and friends during Christmas time. There was, however, a key ingredient that was missing in all of my celebrations as a child....the Christ in Christmas. Sure Grandaddy read the Christmas story and we may have gone to church....BUT We got so caught up in the commercialism of the holiday, that we forgot why we were celebrating. It's like going to a marathon to run the race, buying all the gear you need, new shoes, the best antibacterial sweat resistant shirt and pinning on your number and getting stuck at the water table....... but never really taking off or finishing the race.

The whole point of Christmas is Christ. The gifts are very cool. The festiveness is even more fun. Ya'll know I love the food...lol but I really want to instill in our daughter that Jesus Christ is not only a baby who laid in a mager, but He can be her Lord.

May we never forget you Lord, even now.