Gifts are made to be shared!

Yes, it is Christmas. And yes, I am writing. But not because I'm avoiding family. But rather because the oldest two are napping, so it's time for some personal time doing what Mama enjoys....reading and writing. This has been one of the most beautiful and fulfilling Christmases. This morning, my husband and I were trying to figure out why.  It's partially because my oldest is my miniature me, full of love for traditions, holiday, special activities, candles, and decorations. It makes it really fun to have a little side kick who appreciates it with as much gusto as I do! It's also partially because the kids are older and thus better able to participate in our activities. But mainly it's because of God's gift to us of a new dream and a new home this year. We finally feel like we "fit".

Here our dreams of gardens and animals are no longer silenced. The kids can run and play, and we have room for learning and for hosting. But like I wrote in my post Home, home is a gift that is more enjoyable shared.  A friend who is notoriously cold came over to visit recently. As soon as she walked in we offered her fuzzy socks and a fleece blanket and she responded "This house is cozy!". I silently cheered as my goal of creating a welcoming place to land was fulfilled.

Gifts are made to be be shared. 

Being part of an office, my husband often partakes of random treats brought in by coworkers. But instead of simply enjoying them himself, he brings home a portion of my favorites to share his joy with me.  

Gifts are made to be shared.

Recently, we got to meet some adorable black lab puppies with the intent of picking out our Christmas surprise. After we played with them, discussed personalities, and....yes....got a bit 'wet' from the puppies, we thanked our friend for letting us come. She responded something to the effect of, "Of course! That's part of the fun, sharing with others!"

Gifts are made to be shared.

Earlier this month, my son and I were cooking up the last of our pumpkins, while we listened to Christmas music and my daughter made Christmas crafts. It was literally a perfect "Instagram" moment.  Yet, I was lonely for some adult company in that moment.  Gifts are made to be shared. Having my husband there to watch the kids together would have made it perfect. 

The best two gifts I've received this year are the gift of Jesus' forgiveness and the hope of His return. Recently, I've been contemplating my need to forgive others out of the depth He has forgiven me. This gift is meant to be shared. Jesus is waiting, as a gift for you to open this Christmas. He's my favorite gift to share and the one for which I'm most thankful.  And His offer stands, that He's coming back for all who choose Him. Will you open His gift? 

This Christmas, which gift will you share? Is it the gift of your home, your food, or a favorite tradition? Simply giving the gift of your time is of arguably greater importance. My heart grieves this year thinking of friends who've lost family members. As you eat leftover ham with homemade cranberry sauce (mmmmmm!), my prayer is that you'll open up and enjoy the greatest gift...Jesus. 

Merry Christmas from my loud house of a new puppy, excited children, our original dog who is freaking out about the puppy, and a highly verbal toddler. May you have blessed moments with family, and may the loudest ones take naps. 

Sojourning with you,

Felicia