A recent conversation with a fellow school Mom had me thinking....
She said, while she may be stressed out, overwhelmed at the Christmas season and all that she must do to be prepared, she insisted that her goal is and has always been, to be a "soft place to land".
I nodded in agreement as I understand how this month can get a tad crazy, and it IS overwhelming to ensure all in the home, not only understand the miracle of Christmas, but to bring to life all the nuances that create those special Christmas memories.
She said, even in the craziness, she knows what her family still needs, and it's a place to come home to that is love, that is acceptance, that is comfort. Her "soft place to land" was her home, was her own softer demeanor, her own love and willing arms to comfort.
I sat and thought about that for a while.
Am I a "soft place to land" for my family to come home to? Am I accepting of who they are, willing to embrace even the weaknesses that can drive me crazy? Am I loving and sincere and a cushion when the world can break their heart?
How I prepare my home for Christmas is simply the external witness of how I prepare my heart for this season. Am I ready to be a "soft place" for even the Baby Jesus to rest?
On this day, we celebrate my Serious' birthday, 8 years old. And as 8 years old marks the age of First Communions and celebrating the gift that is the Eucharist, I sit, today, with a few minutes I have for reflection and realize, a culmination of pieces to a puzzle.
This Christmas season we celebrate the gift of life, human and divine. We celebrate, too the possibility of our eternal life, now that Jesus has been born. We, also, celebrate Serious' life, her birthday, and in a special way, I can see such wisdom in the timing of things.
She is preparing her heart too, for Jesus in the Eucharist, a "soft place for Him", as she continues to go regularly to confession and early morning Mass with her brother. She amazes me, as she takes her first bold steps in taking charge over her own soul, not even with a shred of trepidation. She is confident and sure, and I absolutely love that gift she owns.
She's a thoughtful girl, deep in her actions, and always ready to set herself aside. And today, we celebrate her, the gift that she has been to our lives..... As I make more efforts to be a softer place for those around me, I learn from my daughter, as she has prepared a delicate manger, each piece of her heart layed out for the Baby King to rest His head upon.
Lord, I pray this day, this year, that you bless our little girl with countless gifts of grace, that she may always know the One who will never set her aside, who will never leave her, never abandon her, and will join her in a few short weeks, in living a human existence. Take this child, Lord, for I know you have great plans for her. I, as her mother, shred my heart for her, so that she too, has a soft place to land.
She said, while she may be stressed out, overwhelmed at the Christmas season and all that she must do to be prepared, she insisted that her goal is and has always been, to be a "soft place to land".
I nodded in agreement as I understand how this month can get a tad crazy, and it IS overwhelming to ensure all in the home, not only understand the miracle of Christmas, but to bring to life all the nuances that create those special Christmas memories.
She said, even in the craziness, she knows what her family still needs, and it's a place to come home to that is love, that is acceptance, that is comfort. Her "soft place to land" was her home, was her own softer demeanor, her own love and willing arms to comfort.
I sat and thought about that for a while.
Am I a "soft place to land" for my family to come home to? Am I accepting of who they are, willing to embrace even the weaknesses that can drive me crazy? Am I loving and sincere and a cushion when the world can break their heart?
How I prepare my home for Christmas is simply the external witness of how I prepare my heart for this season. Am I ready to be a "soft place" for even the Baby Jesus to rest?
On this day, we celebrate my Serious' birthday, 8 years old. And as 8 years old marks the age of First Communions and celebrating the gift that is the Eucharist, I sit, today, with a few minutes I have for reflection and realize, a culmination of pieces to a puzzle.
This Christmas season we celebrate the gift of life, human and divine. We celebrate, too the possibility of our eternal life, now that Jesus has been born. We, also, celebrate Serious' life, her birthday, and in a special way, I can see such wisdom in the timing of things.
She is preparing her heart too, for Jesus in the Eucharist, a "soft place for Him", as she continues to go regularly to confession and early morning Mass with her brother. She amazes me, as she takes her first bold steps in taking charge over her own soul, not even with a shred of trepidation. She is confident and sure, and I absolutely love that gift she owns.
She's a thoughtful girl, deep in her actions, and always ready to set herself aside. And today, we celebrate her, the gift that she has been to our lives..... As I make more efforts to be a softer place for those around me, I learn from my daughter, as she has prepared a delicate manger, each piece of her heart layed out for the Baby King to rest His head upon.
Lord, I pray this day, this year, that you bless our little girl with countless gifts of grace, that she may always know the One who will never set her aside, who will never leave her, never abandon her, and will join her in a few short weeks, in living a human existence. Take this child, Lord, for I know you have great plans for her. I, as her mother, shred my heart for her, so that she too, has a soft place to land.
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