Monday, December 23, 2013

Happy, Happy, Happy

So, here I sit. Amelia just threw a huge tantrum. A strand of lights on the Christmas tree is out. My dad has cancer. My sister-in-law is having open heart surgery in a couple weeks. And lately, I can’t seem to stop crying.

But I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I’m happy.

Seriously. Happy.

Sure, cancer sucks. So does open heart surgery. But you know what doesn’t suck? My three year old daughter trying to sing along to Silent Night in the backseat of my car. Or my wife making Christmas cookies in the kitchen. Christmas doesn’t suck. And neither does the hope and joy that comes with knowing Jesus and His ability to perform miracles. And as someone who has seen a miracle or two, I have no doubt that diseases and broken hearts aren’t really that big of a deal to the One who was born from a virgin and raised from the dead.

And it’s His birthday.

So celebrate. Be happy, happy, happy.

Merry Christmas.