A beautiful moment in my life was when I came home for Christmas and pulled up to a warm house full of people I love and who love me. As I drive up the windows are all lit with gentle flickering candles. Wreaths hang in every window, not one is missed. The Christmas lights lining the roof make the snow sparkle. Yet amidst all this beauty, I cannot wait to run inside, get wrapped up with love, smell the mix of old hardwood floors with mom’s favorite sweets in every Christmas tin you can imagine and simply be. But before I go in, I look up and see my breath rising up to the God who is the author of every good thing and deeply thank Him. This life is a gift and a beautiful one.