I wish I had some festive pictures to post of our Christmas, but it didn't exactly go as expected. We had originally planned on joining some of our dear local friends to celebrate Christmas morning and then pass out some goodie bags to our market & street seller friends. But after a week jam-packed with parties, events, and lots of people, both boys woke up a sneezy, snotty mess. Not only that but Kevin had some serious stomach issues (probably because he ate a chicken head the night before). So our Christmas morning merriment involved my husband comatose in bed, my two sick babies (one of whom has decided he'd rather not take a morning nap anymore), and five loads of laundry that needed to be done for the college girls that are visiting this week. To add insult to injury, a good friend of mine butt-dialed me (you know, when you accidentally bump your cell phone and inadvertently place a call), and I could hear her merry voice on the other end doing the exact things that I wanted to be doing at that moment.
But God is good. So very good. Instead of wallowing in a "failed" Christmas, He reminded me of that little baby in a manger. The one who came not to be served but to serve and to give his life as a ransom for many (Mark 10:45). On Christmas, I got to share in the heart of Christ by serving my family & our visitors. There wasn't a present under our tree this year but this sweet reminder of Christ & Christmas was quite enough for me.