A few days ago, I wrote about some truly magical Christmas memories from my childhood. In that post I shared that, to me, Christmas means family. In fact, every childhood memory that I hold in my heart centers around family, because in my upbringing, family was immensely important and fiercely cherished.
I enjoyed many truly wonderful Christmases as a child. When I thought about this question, before any specific memories came to mind, I first remembered a feeling. A feeling of warmth, and comfort, and magic. A feeling of fun and anticipation. And a feeling of belonging—because to me, Christmas means family.
When Jesus came, it was messy. He didn’t come to this earth in a seamless, spotless regal procession. He came as a baby, born in dirty, smelly surroundings, during a time long before modern medicine existed.
I have a habit of making very lofty goals and being disappointed when I cannot follow through with them. So rather than coming up with five elaborate new goals, let me tell you about five things that I already have every intention of accomplishing before the year is up.
