At our house last year, we had an outpouring of tears and more tears and MORE tears on Christmas morning after our nativity-scene snow globe slipped out of Anna's 4-year-old hands at the breakfast table and broke open.
Trying to find the light in the dark 4-year-old sadness and parental disappointment (after numerous warnings to be so very careful) of this moment, I cleaned up the glitter, water and shards of glass; placed the snow globe (minus the snow and globe) on a top shelf so no one would hurt themselves on the jagged glass that remained and was reaching out of the wooden, music box base; and declared that perhaps in this moment God would like us to be reminded that there is nothing that separates us from his love and from the gift of his son, the little baby Jesus lying in the manger.
God was nearer to us then. No more snow or globe in the way. Just the fresh air on baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
-- Lillian Craze
Big blessings and a relaxed Christmas day to all! Thank you friends for coming along on the journey again this year. It was a little different, but still spectacular... I'm so glad I committed to it again. -- mEg
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