Just Hear Those Sleigh Bells…It’s Christmas in July.

 

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Christmas in July.

I’ve had mine already. My son and daughter-in-law traveled clear across the United States. Just to spend two weeks with us.

We packed so many minutes of togetherness in one visit, I thought the fabric of our days would split wide open.

It didn’t.

Mind you, everyone’s waistbands were stretched. It’s my husband’s fault. One of his love languages is cooking

  • Sourdough bread
  • Prime rib
  • Curry chicken
  • Egg rolls
  • Pad Thai
  • Mile High Raspberry pie

All fresh ingredients. Every day. Until the two weeks were up.

Now, they’re gone. Headed back to Oklahoma. Not the food. My kids.

I miss them already.

I hope you understand. Sometimes people tell me that they could never let their kids

  • move across the country
  • travel the seven seas
  • join the military
  • take the gospel to the middle of the jungle.

Fact is, we retire from the “letting” business when our kids are grow up. Then, it’s time to watch them follow God on their own terms.

Of course, I cherish every

  • email,
  • Facebook message
  • Skype session
  • phone call

that comes my way.

Proverbs 25:25 says that “good news from a distant land” is “like cold water to a thirsty soul.”

Makes sense to me. I do get thirsty for good news. I’m parched right now to hear from a son in Spain. He’s waiting for a vessel to get fixed so he can  sail to France.

Of course, I miss him. I pray for him. I pray for all my kids.

When any of them come home, it’s a celebration.

Christmas in July.

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