Today I woke up to thoughts of my family, particularly my dad.
I could begin this post with a complaint about being stuck in a place far from the warmth and comfort of home. I can further rant that unlike normal people with normal jobs, I have to work on Christmas Day. I could, but I won't.
I could begin this post with a complaint about being stuck in a place far from the warmth and comfort of home. I can further rant that unlike normal people with normal jobs, I have to work on Christmas Day. I could, but I won't.
Because I'm grateful.
For a hundred million things, I am grateful.
For I have come to learn that Christmas turns our mourning into dancing. That Christmas means smiling in times of sorrow. Christmas means not getting what you want but being thankful anyway. Because Christmas is not about us, it's not about selfishness. It's beyond the meticulously wrapped presents we exchange, the extravagant parties we attend, the joyful carols that we sing. It's about Him loving us, us loving Him, us loving one another, and the hundred million miracles that are bound to happen because of the existence of that great love.
Merry Christmas everyone! ♥
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