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Saturday, December 19, 2009

The 8th Pearl and a Birthday!

Christmas in a Barn
by Mary DeMuth

The Christmas of 2006 we were homeless. We didn't have keys. Not to a car, not to a home. We'd flown halfway around the world, leaving behind a ministry we toiled over. Much, particularly in our hearts, lay in ruins.

Some friends had a camp, and on that camp stood a barn. In the corner of the barn was a tiny apartment, flanked by this caboose and hundreds of acres of Texas pasture. We'd never been there before, so we followed directions at night, making plenty of wrong turns.

When we found the place, we drove a borrowed car over the cattle guard toward what would be our home for a month. String lights illuminated a small porch, a window and a door in the corner of an aluminum-sided barn. We hefted large pieces of luggage to the apartment.

And when we opened the door, Love welcomed us.

The place, usually completely unfurnished in the winter, was decked out with just the right amount of beds, couches and tables. The pantry was full. We had dishes and garbage cans, and cups and forks and food. But even more, we had a Christmas tree. Friends had hijacked the place, decorating it for Christmas. Cookies preened on the table.

I will never, ever forget that Christmas. We had so little. We felt the painful burden of failure. But we were loved, so terribly and wonderfully loved.

Christmas felt right there, in a barn. We heard the nickering of horses, the meowing of kittens, the clop of hooves against the barn floor. Chickens and goats and cows served as a holy object lesson of the incarnation. Although we were warm and clothed, we understood more keenly the Savior's homelessness, how He left the splendor of heaven for the sodden earth. We experienced barnyard life alongside him, without much to call our own except our Heavenly Father and our sweet family.

He was enough, that Christmas. And He will always will be.

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Mary DeMuth writes fiction and nonfiction. Her latest book, A Slow Burn released in October and she has a memoir entitled Thin Places coming out in February of 2010. You can meet her: http://www.marydemuth.com/, http://www.thewritingspa.com/, on Facebook and Twitter!


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We had a birthday in our house last week. It was hubs birthday and it was on Sunday. We went to eat lunch after church to celebrate and then came home to open gifts.
A insisted on wrapping her 'gift'.
Pretty good job for an 8 year old I think!
Her gift was a picture that she had colored. =)
I took the girls with me to pick out a birthday card from the kids to Daddy.
They (of course), had to have a card that played music.
They picked one that played "You've Got To Move It".
That is funny to me because last year, the girls went through a phase where
they sang that song all the time. I don't have any
clue where they would have heard it.....
The girls were SO excited about the card.
The funniest thing, though was so was their brother.
B loved the music.
We got Daddy a new Appalachian Golf Shirt and
this Appalachian toboggan for his birthday.
He loved it!
After all the gift opening was done, I took a few pics
of the kids with Daddy.
This one is a little blurry (sorry)
but it is my favorite! Everyone is smiling!
And another one that I liked.
I think this one is SO SWEET!!!


Hope you all have a fantastic Saturday. It is icy and snowy outside my house so we are just staying in.
In HIM --

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