Merry Christmas from the Schmucker family! Here is a picture of us on a rainy evening in October, trying to shield ourselves with an umbrella. I don’t know what the boys think is so funny. Who knows!
Elijah is our 9-year-old.
And Stuart is seven.
(Our trampoline and rope swing have provided hours of enjoyment for our children. Often after supper there is a mad dash to the trampoline. Will and I don’t mind a bit, because it means we can sit and talk a little longer in peace!)
Next comes Desiree, who just turned five.
And Keane is two. His third birthday is coming up in March. Where did my baby go?
Because it was raining that evening, after all…
I think these children are special. 🙂
Often I feel a couple steps behind when it comes to processing holiday-related subjects. As I ponder Christmas this year, everything that passes through my mind seems so trite and well-worn, and not worth regurgitating here. What could I say or feel that hasn’t been said or felt hundreds of times before?
Yet, this week I felt a twist of unexpected pain when I heard this song: “O come, O come Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel, that mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appear…” I felt the sob of loneliness, the brokenness, longing, hope, and joy all mixed together. Yes, I joyfully celebrate Jesus’s birth, but I am also waiting for Him to redeem, waiting for Him to rescue, waiting for Him to come again.
My Christmas prayer for you today: don’t lose heart as you wait for Jesus to show up in your land of exile. He is “God with us”–our Immanuel.
Meanwhile, if you want to make this an extra-nice Christmas for me, drop me a comment with your name, where you are from, and something you love about Jesus! I’d be thrilled to meet some of my readers, and I never tire of hearing about how Jesus touches people! And as always, feel free to email me with your thoughts and ideas if you would rather remain incognito a while longer. 😉
Photos taken by Blue Muse Photography