As Christmas arrives, I have been thinking a lot about my last home. I absolutely adore seeing everyone’s pictures on social media, but it is a constant reminder of where I’m not. Please don’t stop posting… if anything post more!
It brings me a piece of home.
No, this Christmas I won’t be going on a tacky light tour with my small group, I won’t be apart of the gift drawing with my cousins, and I won’t get to see the children’s play at Church. And this makes my heart ache for Christmas in Virginia.
But, the Lord has helped me focus on what I do have. In America, I never went with two Basotho women to pick out new summer outfits for 37 children, I never spent the day at a water park just days before the 25th, and I have never been on a safari with my closest loved ones to bring in the New Year.
This Christmas will be more different than I thought. I am thankful my parents and siblings will be visiting and get to see our ministry here, but a part of me still longs for the worldly parts of Christmas.
And again, my Savior is reminding me that He is the only constant I have in this world.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from The English’s!