I’m blogging right now as half my family is asleep in the living room from Christmas Dinner Coma.
What a blessed day. The warmth of being around family and the remembrance of Christ’s birth. Earlier today while driving around, I listened to what I consider the mewithoutYou Christmas song:
There’s something I really appreciate about this song. How the beginning of the song starts with the nativity and all the animals know who Christ is and then later in the song, the fulfillment of Christ’s work. Something is particularly striking about the line:
The donkey whispered in his ear “child, in 30-some-odd years you’ll ride someone who looks like me… untriumphantly.”
Again, later in the song, when Jesus is in the garden during his most human moment, saying to God, “If you’re willing that this cup might pass…” and then “Not my will but your’s be done.”
So human. So beautifully human, so fully God.
This year was Peyton’s 2nd Christmas. Last year, however, he was only 5 months old… so this Christmas was much more eventful in the “child in the house” regard. I just kept thinking throughout the day about how Christ was once a kid. When I think of Jesus, my mental image is always 30-something dude… but I just kept trying to picture what it would be like for Jesus to be a kid. Putting corn bread and butter in his hair… making animal noises… throwing things just to see what sound they make when they hit the ground…
Anyway, this blog post could alternately be titled, “Pictures of my awesome and hilarious nephew.”
I hope you had a blessed Christmas!
Gracie is not impressed.
Our Christmas Eve tradition is to have summer sausage, chicken in a biscuit crackers and cheese, with hot chocolate, after the Christmas Eve candlelight service at church. Kara had to work on Christmas Eve, and another big tradition to her and me is singing ridiculously at church, so I stayed up till she got home to go play guitar and sing Christmas songs at her house. It was different than usual but still special.
In this last picture, Peyton is pointing into the dark basement. He’s recently been showing fear. Kylee bought him a Woot Monkey that screams when you fling it, and he is absolutely terrified of it. It is sad and adorable all the same time. I wonder if Christ was ever scared as a child…