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This Christmas Day

This Christmas day was not too much like others. I woke to find a still frozen turkey in the sink and wondered just what to do about it. After four hours of pampering we finally got it thawed and stuffed. Christmas dinner was saved. My wonderful hubby helped willingly and grumbled later. We were all grumpy, tired, and hungry by the time it was all ready. My youngest is sick. Poor thing sounds terrible. But the children loved their presents and had so much fun playing with new things. I am thankful they really are easy to please MOST of the time. I am also thankful for all the great relatives and friends that contributed to the family's supply of presents and food. We were given anonymous grocery money this year. We have been give anonymous money from some source almost every year of our marriage. Whether we thought we needed it or not, it was always put to good use. If I don't need it, I give it away. I was able to give food away some this year so I felt like we were getting it back in a way. It really was a blessing. I've learned you can always give something to help those with a need. What that is will be different at times. At least it is for us. One year a stranger gave me a cloth bag filled with money. It had a Christmas card in it with no signature. Some lady just wanted to give it to me for some reason. I never met her. We were able to give that money to one of our missionaries. I wish I could say I am always worthy of such kindness, but honestly I am usually not. I do not give whenever I can. My own selfishness and laziness often gets in the way. And here we are on Christmas day. The very day when we remember the One who gave the ultimate gift, His own life. Yet what have I done for Him? How often do the things I do in the name of Jesus Christ have selfish motives too? In this moment I don't have any great depth of feeling that maybe I should. I only know Who Christ is and What He has done. I only hope that I will seek to obey God and honor Christ. I do sometimes wish we were born in a simpler time. The technology of today really affects me. I find myself not present like I should be present. That really is the only way to explain it. It is a battle constantly, 'To be present in this world, but not of it.'

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