And His Name Shall Be Called

I've always decorated the outside of our house; this year, though, I wanted to add something. So, yesterday, I spent time making the new sign. His name is Jesus. He is the reason I sing. He is the reason I celebrate. His life through me changes everything. His birth and death make it possible for me to be adopted into God's family. What a blessed gift!

And, tonight, I asked Josie-Tatum, "Do you know who said His name would be Jesus." And, she knew. She knew it was an angel. Praise the LORD!

I often forget how special our times are when everyone is home...until we're all together. This day has been blessed indeed, a gift from above. We've not had any snow to play in, but everyone has cheerfully chipped in to help do the household chores, in sweet anticipation of Christmas Day.

I had gone with Brandon to town, and when we came back, this is how I found Stan....


We spent part of the evening at a local bank. This business decks the lawn like no other. Parents and children from all over come to the bank in the evening to ride a miniature train, walk through the child sized gingerbread house, the igloo, and take pictures. It's become a family tradition for many.




And, just before bedtime, we spent a rather unique moment together. SHHHHH! Don't tell anybody. BUT...we went up on the rooftop...not the high peaked roof, but the roof over the front porch. We sat there, sipped hot chocolate, and yelled, "Merry Christmas!" to passersby. We made a memory!!!