We will not be robbed!!

Brent preached a sermon on Sunday that was driving home the point that there will be many things that Satan will try to use to steal our joy during Christmas.  These things may be circumstances, relationships or even good things.  These things will come in the form of anything that takes our focus off of Jesus and the real reason for celebrating this season.  Well, we had our fair share of attempted robberies this morning.  It started with a little Lady having nightmares then followed by severe storms and an anxiety-ridden 5 year old camping out in our bed most of the night.  I "woke up" very tired, sore and not excited at all about the thunder and lightening outside.  However, after remembering the passion with which Brent preached that these things are NOT where we find joy, I was able by God's grace to celebrate the fact that my Savior has been born and that my greatest need, the need for forgiveness of sins, has been taken care of because God's Son was born as a baby, lived, and died in my place.  A text from my sister read, "Merry, Merry Christmas! Christ has come and will come again!  Rejoice!".  I could not have said it better myself.

So we had Christmas morning chocolate donuts and we opened presents to the sound of the falling rain.

 

 The boys opened their stockings and Brent and I exchanged gifts too.

 I love my Jenny and Tyler t-shirt!  I really wanted one when we went to their concert back in Sept (Oct?) but I couldn't afford a shirt.  My super sweet husband took note of my desire and bought one on line.  He also got me a set of the cutest crates from one of my favorite stores on West 7th call "Wrare".  Good job, honey, I love it.

 The boys got sunglasses.  Haha.

During Jane's morning nap the boys and I put together a puzzle!  I was so proud of the kids and their attention span.  This is only the second time to do a puzzle, the first time being a few days ago.  Woohoo!

In the middle of the day, the rain turned to snow!  Wow!  A white Christmas!!  So we went to the park and the boys (not me) slid down the hills on box tops.  It's all fun and games until the kids get wet, muddy, and cold.  :)

 When we got home we found the ground covered with snow.  Peter took a flying leap out of the van and promptly forgot the "Mama don't play snow ball fight" talk of earlier.  Oh well.  :)

I made a yummy Christmas lunch complete with mashed potatoes and rolls from scratch, turkey breast, stuffing, cranberry, green bean casserole and gravy.  Mmmmm.

Merry Christmas, everyone!  We are heading now to Houston to celebrate with the families.  Stay tuned!