I just can't let this holiday season pass by without sharing a special gift I was given this year. I loved my time in California- how wonderful to get to spend a whole month with Charlie, Sophie and our sweet new Baby Lilly (and their parents, of course. LOL) But, there really is no place like home. So, when I arrived in Phoenix that Thurs. evening I was delighted to be back in Arizona again with my favorite fella. As we drove up to the house the outdoor lights and Bill's giant star shone a happy welcome. Inside, things were equally festive as he, Kelli and Chris had already decorated the family tree, hung the stockings and displayed some of our favorite Christmas items. Yep, it was great to be home!
Friday I was happy to be back in the Mission office where I was warmly greeted by our fellow missionaries- another home-coming. What a good feeling to be about my Father's business again. Friday afternoon and evening was spent shopping and in preparation for Chuck and Christi's arrival on Monday. The next day was pure Christmas. We puttered about doing Christmas stuff..decorating etc in the morning, then headed for Mesa where we met Kelli at 'My Big Fat Greek Restaurant' for lunch. YUM It was the perfect prelude to our afternoon's activity- A matinee performance of 'A Christmas Carol' at the Hale Theater. Wow. We were positively blown away. Great acting, singing, special effects- the whole thing was totally top-notch. Sunday's meetings were all Christmas-wonderful as well.
But, as much as I loved all the activities and holiday trappings of those few days, there was more, much more, going on inside me. For those 3 days I was filled to the brim with.. JOY. I cannot think of another word to describe it. It was like I suddenly 'got' it- what Christmas was really about. The birth of our Savior. This event that had been planned for and ordained before the world was; that generations of prophets had foretold, and longed for.. the pivotal point in all time; this was what we were celebrating. Surely we had all joined with the angels in singing grand hallelujahs on that holy night. He was our Elder Brother; we loved Him and knew we could trust Him to keep His promise. How we must have rejoiced that, at last, our Savior was born! And, for those few days in December, my heart was again singing. What a sweet experience.
I have always known that His birth is a thing to celebrate; to remember with awe and a thankful heart. But, I have never understood, or at least felt it, with such power before. I am so grateful for those never to be forgotten days of sweet awareness- my own gift of joy.
Friday I was happy to be back in the Mission office where I was warmly greeted by our fellow missionaries- another home-coming. What a good feeling to be about my Father's business again. Friday afternoon and evening was spent shopping and in preparation for Chuck and Christi's arrival on Monday. The next day was pure Christmas. We puttered about doing Christmas stuff..decorating etc in the morning, then headed for Mesa where we met Kelli at 'My Big Fat Greek Restaurant' for lunch. YUM It was the perfect prelude to our afternoon's activity- A matinee performance of 'A Christmas Carol' at the Hale Theater. Wow. We were positively blown away. Great acting, singing, special effects- the whole thing was totally top-notch. Sunday's meetings were all Christmas-wonderful as well.
But, as much as I loved all the activities and holiday trappings of those few days, there was more, much more, going on inside me. For those 3 days I was filled to the brim with.. JOY. I cannot think of another word to describe it. It was like I suddenly 'got' it- what Christmas was really about. The birth of our Savior. This event that had been planned for and ordained before the world was; that generations of prophets had foretold, and longed for.. the pivotal point in all time; this was what we were celebrating. Surely we had all joined with the angels in singing grand hallelujahs on that holy night. He was our Elder Brother; we loved Him and knew we could trust Him to keep His promise. How we must have rejoiced that, at last, our Savior was born! And, for those few days in December, my heart was again singing. What a sweet experience.
I have always known that His birth is a thing to celebrate; to remember with awe and a thankful heart. But, I have never understood, or at least felt it, with such power before. I am so grateful for those never to be forgotten days of sweet awareness- my own gift of joy.