Gratitude. . .

Christmas night often finds me exhausted and slightly confused. . .How did this most anticipated day slip by again without even noticing? I am not sure what was different this year, but I am sitting in front of the warm fire and twinkling Christmas tree with an unusual sense of ease. Yes, this year did rush by in a blur, but I think my focus was different. Having a two year old in the house at Christmas has been a wonderful gift, all alone. We have so enjoyed watching Gracie's excitement. She is consumed with Christmas. Not the presents, but the preparation. She sings Christmas carols non-stop. Several times, I have caught her standing in front of the tree admiring the ornaments or even wrapping up her cherished possessions to give to those she loves. I think it is amazing how a young child can grasp the true meaning of Christmas. Yes, we have read numerous books describing the birth of Jesus, but it goes much deeper. It is the reverent look she gets on her face when she sings Joy to the World or Away in the Manger. It is the loving way she asks to cuddle up with Brey and I while we watch Christmas movies. It is the desire to help with the little tasks. It is the willingness to give herself to make others happy. Basically, it is the unconscious gratitude for the blessings in our life. I pray that I might learn from this precious child and live in a state of unconscious gratitude. . .all year long. Now that's a gift!