It’s the holiday season. Finally. My favorite time of the year. The semester winds down to a close. The kitchen becomes an active place. Family becomes more lovely than it has during the rest of the year.
Thanksgiving just passed and I was able to be with my family this year. And it was wonderful. I helped my dad with the cooking. Such fun. (Last year I was with my [now ex-] boyfriend’s family, since his family lived closer to Reno than mine by about 7 hours.)
And now it’s back to Reno to finish out the semester. Project due dates are coming up. My final bout of weekend duties are coming up. It’s going to definitely be a tornado of events, of stuff to do. And I won’t be heading back to Vegas until the 22nd at the earliest, weather permitting. But then I’ll be here for a month. With nothing to do or worry about but family
The point of this post came up as I was going through security. The man who was checking my ID recognized me and said that he’s checked my ID before. I said I must fly often, but I really haven’t. It’s only been this weekend and last weekend, and before that…I don’t even remember the last time I flew. He said, “I remember those eyes.” It’s a nice affirmation that I really do have nice eyes. But it got me thinking about all this holiday stuff. Thanksgiving isn’t REALLY about the food. It’s about giving thanks for what we have, where we are, the people around us. And that whole Black Friday crap? It doesn’t say black friday on the calendars. It says Family day. Now if you take your family shopping and you spend time with them as you stock up on christmas gifts, then that’s one thing. But I think we, as Americans especially, get caught up in what society tells us we need to be focused on…rather than focusing on what really matters: the reason for the next holiday.
Jesus. God. The Holy Spirit.
Without Him, we wouldn’t even be in existence. Without his blessings, we wouldn’t be where we are in life. Without trials that he’s allowed, we wouldn’t be as strong as we are. We give gifts because we LOVE, not because we have to. We give, because He gave. Did Jesus HAVE to come down to earth? NO. Did He have to be human? NO. Did he have to grow up just like the rest of us? NO. Did He have to let himself die a horrid, painful, gross death when He could have called angels to his side and take him to heaven and away from us nasty sinners? NO. He hung there, gave his life, and instead of saving himself SAVED US. GAVE HIS LIFE for us.
Can we keep that in mind this season? Remember we’re giving because God gave his son for the people of Zion?














