…The Christmas Post.

Drum roll please.

Here it is:

Merry Christmas to all my bloggie peeps!

~from a home with two little people and a mama without enough brain space to think up a profound or witty Christmas post.

I’m off to continue enjoying my family and loving my Jesus… hoping you are all doing the same. See you after the New Year sometime!

…they are weak, but He is strong.

We have a tiny unborn niece who is very weak right now.

She desperately needs the strength of the Great Physician, as do her parents.

Yesterday my sister-in-law received the news that her precious baby girl has Turner’s Syndrome. There are varying degrees of this condition, but in this case, the doctors don’t expect this sweet little one to be with us to the full forty weeks of her mama’s pregnancy… if she does, she isn’t expected to live long here.

We are praying for a miracle. We know God can do it, because we’ve seen Him do so before. We also know that when He chooses to take someone dear to us, He gives peace that we cannot understand and an unbelievable amount of comfort by His presence. We’ve seen Him do that, over and over and over again.

Please pray for my dear sweet sister-in-law and her husband, as well as for the rest of the family. We are all heartbroken, yet not without hope.

Sarah has written a post on her blog, telling the full story with the details I was unsure of… and once again displaying the comfort and goodness of our Lord. Feel free to keep up with the story of our niece there. Thank you for your love and prayers… Sarah read your comments here today and I know it is will be a blessing to her to know that people none of us even know (as well, of course, as many we do!) are praying for her.

Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4

Our hearts are very heavy today after receiving some devastating news regarding someone very close and dear to us.

We are trying to remember… we love and serve a God of hope… there is always hope. And when He takes us (or those we love dearly) through the very darkest of valleys, when we feel crushed and broken down further than we ever wanted to imagine, He is holding us, caring for us, comforting us, loving us.

Even when our hearts are breaking…

Can anything top the sweetness of a newborn boy whose eyes smile and sparkle so clearly at those who love him, even while his sweet pink lips are still learning to do the same?

Or of a toddler who has started telling his mama “Love you–“Luh lou”—without any prompting, ten times a day, even while battling a stomach bug?

I think not.

Ahem.

Does the “post” below need an explanation? If you are a mother, I think not.

Ah, children.

The little one was spitting up (I believe the correct term for it would be projectile vomiting), the older one was unhappy because he thought his baby brother needed his binky and didn’t understand why putting it in his mouth while he threw up wasn’t a good idea. the daddy was downstairs trying to make sense out of the stuff bomb that seems to have hit our living room the moment we pulled into the driveway, my computer was sitting out from a failed attempt at writing a post left-handed while nursing, then the toddler climbed up and sat down beside the laptop while I cleaned up the baby…. and thus the post you see below. Along with the fifty windows open on my desktop and the lock he somehow put on my keyboard.

I’m guessing this will also explain why I am sitting here without makeup on and my hair in a not-so-stylish ponytail when I was planning to be out the door two hours ago to spend the morning finishing my Christmas shopping and running five zillion errands before getting and decorating our tree tonight.

As I was saying–we are home.

And we are determined to enjoy every moment of this next week-and-a-half of Christmas, whether we be in the snowy six degrees in Colorado,

…or stringing popcorn with my family in the desert…

…or, you know, wiping up infant throw up while in our beachy home.

It’s all good, peeps.