{This post is part of a series on celebrating The Twelve Days of Christmas.}
As I mentioned yesterday, we’re moving.
Again.
We just did this back in August. While everyone is actually thrilled to be moving back “home” (to the townhouse we’ve inhabited since 2003), no one is happy to be loading boxes, disassembling bed frames, and lugging linens. As a matter of fact, Jack, our ingenious 11 year-old, has been brainstorming ways to make future relocations easier by means of teleporting and dehydration guns.
Just in time, the Third Day of Christmas reminds us of three French Hens, also known as Faith, Hope, and Love. As we move, I’m focusing on these gifts:
That our family, as always, seeks to live in faith. We walk not by sight (which says that two moves in five months, with a looming international departure on the horizon is more than a little nuts) but by that same faith, which reminds me to respond to the call with a humbled, “Whither thou goest, Lord.”
That, no matter what my daily circumstances might look like, I have hope. This morning, even before we could strip down the mattresses and prepare them for moving, Birdie began throwing up. Add this to a rough night of my own and the suspicious cough that Simon is percolating, and really, I ought to be one put upon Momma. However, in a quiet moment as I did one of the hundreds of small things that has to be done here, now, yesterday, I was reminded that while this moment is hard, I am blessed with the knowledge that I have a Savior. Not only that, I have four children who have already professed faith. God is good. Therefore, I will not look around me, I will look upwards.
That I am surrounded by love. I have an amazing husband who treats me as if I were the most precious gift he has been given. I have children who bless me daily with hugs, kisses, and the honor of being called “Mom.” I have a brother who sends me text messages that almost always contain some reminder of how he loves me. The list goes on and on, but it doesn’t stop there. I have a God who provides a love the depths of which I can never understand. What else could I ask for?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!