Love Came Down and Stayed

It's Christmas Eve and I am on a plane. I'm on a plane reflecting on how special this day is or rather how special this eve is. This special eve is when we celebrate when Jesus was born, when love came down and stayed. I know this to be true because I have seen it all around me in the midst of a busy few days.

I saw it in my mother in law's eyes as she looked admiringly at my father in law as he spoke. I heard it in my son in law's voice as he spoke to my daughter right after she wrecked his car. I saw it when my daughter left her breakfast on the table again to go feed her sweet baby girl. I saw it on my father in law's face as he gave us a deli tray to take home for dinner and it made him so happy. I saw it when Lucy gave her baby sister a tender kiss on the head. That is also a Christmas miracle.

I also saw it seven years ago when Stormy came with us to her first Christmas Eve service when she was eight years old. She bravely went to sit by Bryant for the Children's Christmas story. She heard the most beautiful story that has ever been told, the story of when God gave us his son and love came down and stayed. He taught us how to love when He held nothing back. He gave us himself.