My nerd - mama heart got such a shivery rush today.
Our calendar has a Christmas themed picture and Sam looked up at it and sounded out the letters. "Hhhhh ... ooooo .... hhhhh ... ooooo ... hhhhh ... ooooo. Ho Ho Ho. What is that?"
I got goosebumps. He read.
I'm so glad I got to see it.
And then he lost his first tooth and didn't it just grow in a few days ago and can you please tell me how he can be almost five years old?
Was I actually the person who wrote about the grace of time passing just yesterday?
But it's just as true, even when the days whirl by and you ache to hold on, to slow the beauty down, to savour the goodness.
And I don't want anything bad to happen and I want to freeze time and keep them safe and glad always.
But ... sadness and hurt and suffering will come.
All that extraordinary Christmas joy - angels and heaven-sent baby and a star of wonder - wasn't the whole story.
Eight days after that glory, Simeon told Mary that Jesus would suffer - and a sword would pierce her own soul also. And He did.
Because some things are worth it.
Adult teeth are worth losing baby teeth for. Months of learning letters is easily worth the lifelong bliss of being able to read.
And you - and I - were worth the agony of the cross.
We're the why.
We're why he came to earth, why he knew sorrow from the inside out, why he ached and suffered and His mama's soul was pierced through.
He looked at us and shouted, "worth it!"
And I'm pretty sure Mary agrees.
The most staggering Christmas gift of all is that He thinks we're worth it.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy! Merriest of Christmases, friends!