Last year, I talked about how Christmas was hard. The kids watched a lot of television. I mentioned Jesus a few times … I think. Our advent activity/countdown boxes laid in a pile on the couch. There was no cookie making, no crafts, and maybe more than a few momma meltdowns. Daddy was half a world away.
Daddy’s been half a world away for three of them.
So dear friends, when I post our happy family pictures on here, please know they are one moment of joy, of perfection on the other side of a whole host of valleys. We live in a broken world, where all of creation longs for redemption.
And I know, without a doubt, that there will be shadows on the other side of this photograph.
There were so many days when I sat back against the wall, braced against the fear that he wouldn’t, this man I love so much.
What I am trying to say to you, lovely friends, is that our photographs don’t always tell the whole story. Fear and joy, grief and grace.
But I can’t lie when I tell you that for this moment, there is so much gratitude, so much joy. And Christmas cookies, and Advent Activities, and a Jesse Tree, and oh, the fudge.
Merry Christmas from the Huggins family as we celebrate the Prince of Peace, and His victory over death.
(Many, many thanks to TLC Photography for the incredible photos.)