In a little town in Oregon on a mild Christmas Day,
five out of five kids looked directly at a camera,
five out of five kids kept every eye open,
five out of five kids smiled brightly,
and five out of five kids did each of those things simultaneously,
while their mama snapped the picture in time!
It’s a Christmas miracle!
Two thousand years ago, God-with-Us was born in a stinky barn, proving that miracles happen right smack dab in the middle of the mess.
And that’s the part of the story I like best these days.
Merry Christmas from our messy, miraculous family to yours,
7 responses to “On Messes and Miracles”
I love the poem! Blessings to you and your beautiful family!
Thanks, Delana! You have a beautiful site about adoption!
And five out of five children are absolutely beautiful.
Yesterday, my little man and I went for a walk which took us through a nearby park. He’d had to talk me into going, because I was really, really wanting to clean up our Christmas mess. While we were walking, I told him how much I enjoy spending time with him. He said, “yeah, this is better than cleaning house, right?”
It sure is.
Aw! What a sweet moment to share, Cathie. I’m always so grateful when my kids pull me away from the “to do’s” and back into the stream of life. Thanks for posting this!
Love the picture! And as for the messes, Greg can tell you we’ve already got that going over here. Looking forward to sharing it with you tonight!
Beautiful picture! And beautiful message. Thank you Beth!
Oh, yes. “Two thousand years ago, God-with-Us was born in a stinky barn, proving that miracles happen right smack dab in the middle of the mess.”
What a lovely reminder. Thank you.