It's early early Christmas Eve morning and we're awake loving on our small son who is sick and puking, aching and hurting. Long, love lessons. Selfless being there, offering a snugling, rocking and singing, praying together, teaching about God's love, His presence, His healing power. In the light of the Christmas tree, half wrapped with ribbon, half tangled by children's hands, surrounded by half-dones and scattered toys. I await His coming and know His presence with me. I am blessed.