I have a confession, and you may like me a lot less after you read this: For most of my life I’ve hated Christmas music.
Quick! Here is a cute picture of Clementine so you forgive me.
The Christmas music thing started to change in South Africa, two Christmases ago. The words started to take on new meaning and mystery for me. Then this year…I don’t know if it motherhood or maturity or just a blessing, but this year the Good News of Christmas was crisper, more refreshing than ever before and music played a large role in that.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Good news! Beautiful, good good news!
Clementine’s first Christmas was a wonderful mix of Christmas Eve worship, family time, gifts, play time, and quality time around the dinner table with each side of the family.
C thought GoGo needed help unwrapping.
Family Christmas stockings–made by 3 generations of Moms on my mother’s side.
Fun stockings Trey’s aunt made us.
The girl whose first word was “Hi” likes her phone.
Often, I found myself thinking often of our girl in Africa. What was she doing? How was her Christmas? Would we need more stockings next year? Several of our friends were back in South Africa for the holidays and seeing pictures of beautiful, sunny South Africa (and sweet familiar faces) made me even more homesick. But I just couldn’t dwell in that negative place because there is good news, y'all!
Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name
I can love well now. I can choose to rest in the good news of His love and peace. I can believe that all oppression will cease–not just our waiting, but oppression that necessitates adoption in the first place. I can choose to praise. That is good news.
So instead of dwelling on questions of “what if” and “when” and “how”, I’m trying to walk confidently, peacefully in Good News.
Are you weary this season? There is Hope friends. May you be thrilled by it.
If you would consider giving an end of year gift toward our adoption, you can do so here.