Okay, here I am. I've been putting this off for months - this blogging thing. I didn't expect my time to dwindle down to nothing when I started college, but it did. It's Christmastime now, though, and I'm a free woman. Want to know what I've done since I've been home? Ordered and bought Christmas gifts, went to a Christmas party, decorated the tree, listened to Bing Crosby sing me Christmas songs, faced the "Week of Christmas" shopping crowds, and wrapped presents. It's been wonderful. Once the hustle and bustle of Christmas is over, I want to do a few things. I want to get crafty - maybe a fabric flower here and there, I want to bake some good cakes and pies, and I want to read - I want to soak up all that good literature out there for me. I have this scary feeling I won't quite accomplish those things the way I am seeing now, but as long as I get a start on it (maybe even make a habit out of it) I think I will be okay.
This Christmas season, I've been hit with the realization of what Christmas is about. I know that Jesus came as a little baby and was born in a manger and that is really crazy and awesome, but I never realized what a step down that was for Jesus. I mean, He literally was born to die. I think about the magnitude of Christmas throughout the world, and it's astonishing to me thinking that a little baby's birth created a day that the entire world celebrates, whether they think they are doing it for Jesus or not. It's a one-of-a-kind holiday for sure. And on Saturday, the entire world will be celebrating the birth of our King - knowing it or not - it's what will happen.
Merry Christmas.
T.R.
