This morning I'm thinking of our Christmas break, our Christmas holiday, the time we've shared together. It's been such a picture perfect couple of days, spending time with family, giving and receiving,cooking and eating...celebrating Jesus.
This year instead of me reading the Christmas story out of the Bible before we opened gifts, Joshua asked if he could tell the story. So he told the story from memory and did a good job of it. I admit that part of me felt like he did that so he could hurry up and get to the presents. I almost made everyone wait while I read the story from the Bible...but something tugged on my heart. " Stop Penny. Stop trying to control every moment. What is it that you're trying to teach him?"
I want my kids to know that they are not Christians in training, that they have access to God and the power of the Holy Spirit now. They can serve, they can worship, they can be prayer warriors and their contributions to our family worship time are just as valuable as my own.
I could have read the passage of Jesus' birth but I didn't need to. Joshua had allready done a beautiful job of telling it.









