Good morning, Christmas!

As I head off to bed in the early hours of Christmas morning, I’m struck my an unusual sense of peace. This moment. Alone. Downstairs. The stockings are full. The presents are wrapped. There is a half-eaten cookie and partially empty glass of milk in the living room. “Santa” has made his delivery of one toy per El under the tree. And, the children are snug in their beds. Probably dreaming of the chaos that will surely touch us, if not overwhelm us in a few hours. 
It’s peaceful.
It’s quiet.
Thank you, Jesus for your peace that passes all understanding. 
I often get asked how I am so calm with four kids. (I’m not that calm, btw) But, if there is calmness, it’s peace. The peace that can only come through Jesus. 
Happy birthday, Jesus! 
May the peace of Christ be with you and yours this Christmas and always. 

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