Christmas time fun is kind of getting the best of my time…which I love…so today I’m covering two days again. Yesterday we delivered one million and one baked goods, but our kindness advent was aimed at our pediatricians office. I am constantly reminded of how good we have it with access to health care and amazing doctors on our side. Our pediatrician’s office is The.Best and loves us all so well and I don’t mind one bit showering them with sugar.
Today we are delivering handmade ornaments. One thing I hope we convey is that kindness doesn’t have to be expensive. A lot of times it’s about your thoughtfulness and time. I bought these craft ornaments for .50 at Hobby Lobby and then let the kids paint them. Super easy. Our niece Campbell joined in on the fun.
Tomorrow we are leaving a Redbox rental bucket filled with goodies for someone picking up a movie.
It’s the Saturday before Christmas and this is the time I love. We’re all just hanging out, watching movies, wrapping presents, eating treats, crafting my last few gifts. I’ve cleaned the house…shocker. And I might have spent a little too much time on some chalkboard art. Festive and bright and hopeful is how my heart is feeling. Christmas and other holidays can be so hard for lots of people. I’ve had a few weepy moments myself, but ever since Mom died O Holy Night has been my favorite Christmas song because of the hope and the rejoicing I can have in Jesus even when my heart may be a bit weary. This is the world. It can be so dark…so hopeless…so overwhelming…and sometimes I get so weary with how can we help, how can we love more, how can we show the hope in Jesus, how can our family really make a difference. Sometimes I feel like our love actions are just drops in the ocean…never making much of a difference, but God confirms over and over again to keep loving Him, keep loving others and that those drops are making ripples. He is working in the smallest and what we may feel is the most mundane love and kindness we can show. So we keep on and we hold tight to that thrill of hope, choosing to rejoice in the gift of Jesus even when our hearts may be weary along with the rest of the world. Grateful and humbled He would choose to come for me and every one of you.