Every year I wish I did a better job of remembering Christ.
Every. Single. Year.
Because every year, I’m reminded that it’s not Santamas. It’s not Elfmas or Treemas or Giftmas.
I know I’m not great at making the season about Christ, but I do know it is about him, and I’m so grateful for Christ and for his birth.
More often, since having kids, I find myself thinking of Mary and admiring her courage and faith and everything she was. What a life that woman must have had! Can you imagine what that woman went through, to raise the Son of God?
My boys’ small moments of pure love and sweet kindness throw me off and make me so grateful. They make me want to be better. But raising a child more perfect than myself…I don’t know if I could handle the absolute humility that must have taken. I so wish we had more written about Christ’s childhood here on Earth.
When Christ was born, I entirely believe we all sang with the heavenly choirs, because we knew we were that one more step towards our eternal plan of happiness. Christ’s birth, life, and death were and are vital to our own eternal destinies.
I can’t put into words how glad I am that he not only could live and live again, but that he would do it, and he would do it for me, and for you, and for everyone.
He loves us!
I wish the gratitude I felt for those things would seep down into my daily life more often, not just at holidays or on really-extra-saint-like days.
But I know it.
I have loved the church’s #LighttheWorld campaign. It has really helped me, even though not every day do I manage to really light the world. But it’s a step in the right direction.
I hope you all have the happiest of Christmases. I hope you could give your children everything they wanted, and that you got what you wanted, and that you could spread joy, and I hope that you get to spend your day relaxing or playing or doing whatever it is that makes you happy.