Home for Christmas




Saturday was one of those days. Emily was getting ready for a dance recital and it was busy here... but I was anxiously anticipating the arrival of the two older girls who are at college. They were both travelling home and on the road and planning to be here for weeks during the Christmas season.


There is just something about those words "coming home". I could hear it in the girls' voices as they told me when they would be arriving. A longing to be with family... to just be home. I completely understood as well. There is nothing like having all your family close at Christmas time.


This morning, at church, Jane sung a solo... "I'll be home for Christmas..." and my eyes stung with tears. Partly because my girls were all together, home for Christmas, and partly because the fact that they are away reminds me that God is moving and doing incredible miraculous things in their lives.


I am thrilled that they are growing and learning from God the things I can't teach them. And I'm ecstatic... because at least for a few weeks, they are home.

Comments

Heth said…
YAY! It was great to see them.
Sunday, December 16, 2007 8:17:00 PM
Chris @ Come to the Table said…
The tears filled my eyes as well. Jane did such a beautiful job with this song. It was amazing!!
Sunday, December 16, 2007 9:45:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I was tearing too when Jane sang, she did a fabulous job. I'm anxiously waiting for my girls to come home, I have one more week to wait. I rejoice with you...
Monday, December 17, 2007 1:40:00 PM
Diane Viere said…
Ah--yes, children coming home for Christmas. There is nothing quite like it. The moment I read the word home...I felt it's meaning, especially after reading that you were awaiting their arrival. Beautiful!

I hope your time together was and is.....perfect!

Diane
Monday, December 17, 2007 4:19:00 PM
Judy said…
I teared after I saw you tear after you told me how happy you were because they were all home! Be blessed and treasure every moment!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007 3:23:00 PM
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