For some reason, every year Jesus goes missing from the Christmas scene. Mini noticed he was gone and asked, “Where Jesus go?”
We found him at the bottom of the stairs.
This season has been a whirlwind and the tree finally got put up yesterday, ten days before Christmas. Max gave up on my promises to get out all of the decorations and he just hung up his stocking himself on an unoccupied nail. In the middle of the living room wall.
We participated in Operation Shoebox, listened to carols, read books, and got caught up on the advent calendar – in the express fashion. Not the way I pictured doing it, but we did it.
Tomorrow we leave for a few days to celebrate Christmas with loved ones in Arkansas. It will be fun, festive, loud at times (we provide most of the loud), and memorable. But when we come home just in time for Christmas, I want to make sure we spend a few (quiet? is that possible?) minutes as a family not forgetting to emphasize and keep Christ in the center of it all.
It’s challenging for me, right now, to be intentional. But after the holidays I don’t want to be asking the question, “where’d Jesus go?”
Okay, maybe the quiet part is just for me.