Christmas came way too soon this year.
Honestly, I didn’t even realize December had arrived until it was too late to see the original Dr. Seuss’ “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” on television.
By then it was pretty much a lost cause of trying to catch up on all the Christmas activities. (I did make cookies….and forgot to add half the butter.)
It amazes me how my blogging friends get new posts out into cyberspace every few days. They are wonderful writers.
I thought about a Christmas themed post.
I even took a photo of our little Christmas tree to share with you.

However, while others found time and energy to work full time jobs, bake cookies, send off Christmas cards and help out Santa with the shopping, I went to doctors’ appointments, physical therapy and curled up on the couch with my ice packs.

For whatever reasons, it was a rough month on my body.

But it’s okay. Really. For one thing, I feel much better now.                 (Insert big smile here.)

But even more than that, Christmas is the season we remember that God loves us so much he sent his son Jesus to earth.

To be the babe in a manger.
To grow up a young Jewish boy in the synagogue,

who lived to perfectly fulfill the Old Testament law.
The Messiah.
God came in human form to live in our broken world.
Our world where bodies hurt,
loved ones get sick,
people tell lies,
too many are lonely,
and hearts are broken.
When you think about it, it’s amazing Jesus loved us so much he came to our broken world.
It’s even more amazing that He stayed.
That’s love.