We embraced all of our dear family who live in the DFW area, and they embraced us.
In fact, they all made the journey out of their comfort zones, to visit us in our new home.
We gently savoured the miracle of the season with several Christmas celebrations, which included making gingerbread houses, sleepovers with cousins and Christmas carols.
A few of my dear friends, and you know who you are, predicted that my paperwhites would bloom just in time for Christmas and they did!
These paperwhites traveled from the apartment to the Hotel to the House and seemed to thrive through it all.
Truly, this is the season for all types of miracles, they really do exist, they are all around us and they come in all shapes, sizes and scenarios.
I would like to share a little Christmas story with you, which happened this year on
Christmas Eve, for us it was a little miracle in the Church parking lot.
Rebecca, Molly and I were driving to the Christmas Eve services back in our home town of
Naturally we were running about 10 minutes behind schedule and there was really no way to make up the time.
Christmas music was playing in our SUV as we drove down the turnpike and we were all keeping track of the time, and the fact that we were probably not going to be on time for 4:00 o'clock Christmas Eve service.
We arrived at the Church around five minutes to four and there was not a single parking
space to be found.
All of the grassy areas were filled to the brim and things began to look very hopeless.
In fact Rebecca and I were beginning to think that we would just have to go have a cup
of coffee and a slice of pie to soothe our souls.
I decided to make one last circle around the far corner of the parking lot.
Low and behold a short little man with a limp, a crinkled but kind face, plump nose and checkered shirt climbed out of a very old rumbled pickup truck with a rusted and worn camper.
He began waving his hands at us, I let up on the accelerator and slowed way down.
Rolling down my window, I was about to ask him if he was alright, but he spoke before I could.
He spoke softly, "are you going to the 4:00 o'clock service?"
I replied, "why yes we are."
"Well, then, you can have my parking place, I am going to the later service."
He said nonchalantly.
I think I put up a little argument, but even with a limp he moved so quickly that in no time
at all, he was in his worn and weary pickup driving out of sight.
We did not have to have coffee and pie this Christmas Eve in lieu of a Christmas Eve service, because of a very kind little man who gave us a very big Christmas gift.
Do you have a special Christmas story to share?
I will be back on New Year's Day sharing my thoughts on embracing 2016.
Some recipes I'd like to share, gardening, a new potting shed...
I hope to see you here too.
Thank you so much for all of your support and sweet emails these past few weeks, I have so enjoyed hearing from you sweet friends, your friendship means so very much.