“Matthew 6:19-21 “Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Where your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.” NLT
Well, the holidays are over. My house is silent. Well as silent as it can be with all the hacking and wheezing going on. It seems that all our beloved children gave us the gift of the Christmas Crud. I got the worst end of it, having been in bed for almost two weeks now. Oh I drag myself out of bed to attend church or visit the doctor or go buy food. Almost as soon as I return, I find myself back in my jammies, sitting on the couch, bemoaning the impending end of football season. Yes, dear friends, it is true. My sweetheart is a football widower. Many of our children attend or attended the University of Alabama. That makes us all crazed college football fans. That and rooting for any team playing the Patriots keeps me on my toes every fall weekend. (You knew that one was coming didn’t you dear)
So, in the end, the children won. Our house was full of love and laughter, boxes and bows, food and fun, and BABIES! There were gifts for everyone including the moms and dads. They knew that we would cave. I admit it. We are weak. Yet somehow, because we put God first, gave first to the church, first to those in need, first to friends and neighbors, our basket was always full of gifts to give.