The Portion of my Inheritance

Some of my most treasured memories are those spent with my girls.

But I especially love the times when we can come together and relish in the love and excitement of Jesus.

The telling and retelling of the Christmas story, stopping along the way and just resting in the miracle moments. The moments that need no words, just a hush and a stillness.

And the wonder of it all draws us in and we are mesmerized by Him!

And I often wonder at her, what did she hear and what did she take in? What will she walk away with and carry with her, within her own little beating heart?

I don’t wonder for long, for as soon as mommy picked her up I saw my answer. And my heart whispers soft to Him still hanging heavy in the air. “Thank you Father!”

I can’t bear to position the Nativity back into place, so I leave it as a reminder.

She really, really gets it!

And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshiped Him. Matthew 2:11