we've been christmasing with vigor these past several days--circling trains with the cousins, packing stocky snowmen out back and filling paper cups with dippers of cocoa from the slow cooker.
our eight and ten year olds made surprise gifts for the whole family (i'm wearing a neon pink ring as i type), and z has been baking up a storm. i adored mothering smallish kids, that magical era of toddler plump and chipmunk voices and skin that smelled salty-sweet. but it's a new and secret kind of wonder to get to know these same people as they ripen into adolescents and full-blown teens, with their own sense of purpose and humor, their own way of reckoning with their Creator.
He has come for us, this Jesus
He's the hope of all mankind
He has come for us, the Messiah
born to give us life
that's been the very best part of this season. on sunday, pastor mark talked about our moral bankruptcy, and about God stepping large into this war for our souls in the form of the Christ child. and watching our kids ignite alongside us with love for a Savior who refuses to stand back and let us die--that's some kind of gift.
He has come for us.