We have lived in "The Old House" for one year today. When I think about Christmas last year I recall how unsettled we all were. Our house felt unfamiliar, almost foreign. But now....well, now so much Life has happened here it just can't be "The Old House" anymore. It's our Home.
We seem to have found our rhythm. Aaron still travels (almost) each week, but his office is at home...so when he's not on an airplane or sleeping in a hotel bed, he is here. The kids enjoy taking their toys and books, maybe even a pet or two, with them into Dad's office and keep him company while he spins all those plates.
Being back at Evergreen has been one of the sweetest blessings to our family.We are grateful everyday for the gift of our precious country school. I imagine that there are not many public schools left that have "The Bible Bus" come at recess or a Christmas program that includes The Nativity complete with "Silent Night."
From fencing to horseback riding, piano, violin, youth group, and serving at the fellowship we met and married in...life is very good. From last Christmas to this, I don't think that one family holiday has been anywhere but here. This a wonderful home for gatherings.
Life is far from perfect. We have our share of struggles. But when I think about my grandparents and the way they lost their son to a senseless act of violence very similar to those families in Newtown who are navigating through their own unfathomable heartbreak...I remember that this house, these children, my husband...all of this can be gone in a moment. So, to honor my uncle, and to honor those who wish to hold their little ones tonight, I stop. I stop to hold them all and then I lay all of these precious treasures at the feet of our Savior...who is our Hope and Peace beyond the grave.