A Christmas miracle

Perhaps you've noticed, but things have changed for me over the past 4 months of my baby's life.

I went through some really hard things. I got through them.

I have a new perspective.

Also, I cry all the time. In a happy way. Every Christmas song, every kind act I witness, every story I hear of goodness. Talking about my journey. Just a constant flow of tears over here. And in my old age, I'm also learning how fruitless it is to be ashamed of genuine emotion, so I let myself cry a little when I want to. I don't apologize for it anymore.

Life just looks different to me these days.

I'm hoping to record a lot of my recent insights here on this blog, so I can have a keepsake of the sacred path I've been so blessed to travel. And maybe it will strike a chord with you too.

So here's just one thought I've been having lately.

I spend a lot of time staring at my beautiful new baby these days. It is a lovely experience to have a baby around during the holidays, feeling so blessed that no wrapped gift could ever mean that much to you.

I know there is so much skepticism in this world. I know Christianity is viewed as myth and fable by a lot of folks. Everyone has the choice to believe or not to believe, and I respect that fully.

But looking into my baby's eyes, I have to tell you: believing that the son of God came to earth as a helpless baby who was destined to change the world forever? It doesn't seem like a stretch to me.

It actually makes perfect sense.