My goal for this morning is to go the grocery store and buy everything I need to get through Christmas. Because, seriously, I do not want to be anywhere near the store next week. I want to be in my warm house, away from the craziness, snuggled up next to these adorable creatures.

And this one here.

Oh, and this one, too.

See, I don’t want to miss it. I know the true meaning of Christmas. I am well aware that it is about far more than ribbons and bows and eggnog. (Side note: If you curled up your nose at the mention of eggnog, I’ll be honest, I just do not understand you.) I know all of the right answers. Yet, in the chaos that is life, has something gotten lost?

I know the meaning, but have I lost the mystery?

I have the wisdom, but have I lost the wonder?

I want a little bit of that wonder back. I want to, once again, be astonished by the coming of the Christ child. Could anything be more worthy of my wonder than God wrapped in flesh coming to make beauty from my mess?

God wanted to make known among the Gentiles the glorious wealth of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. – Colossians 1:27

Can you even imagine God’s excitement as the days drew near for His Son to enter into our world? God watched as people stumbled around in the darkness. Don’t you think He whispered words of wonder in their ears? Hold on. It’s almost time. The prophets foretold the mystery and wonder. He is coming. Messiah is coming.

Then, one night, a star shown and a shepherd quaked. A young girl cried out and God beamed with pride.

Christ came.

Christ – the wonder of it all. Don’t miss it.

Merry Christmas, y’all.