|Kissing the Face of God|
I was up at 4:30 this morning. There was still so much to do to finish getting ready for today. This was the day we celebrated the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Family prayer was said. A sweet peaceful calm filled the air. The family worked together to help bring the final the final preparations together for this very special day. The children even cooperated with the least resistance in helping with small tasks. Even though it was Scott's turn to do the dishes, his mother did them as a Christmas present to him. Luis took out both the garbage AND the recyclables. Everyone pitched in to straighten up the front of the house. What a pleasant, wonderful morning!!
A lot of preparation for today had been done yesterday but there was still a lot to do. The missionaries were coming for dinner-both sets.
The aroma of turkey and dressing permeated the air along with fresh green beans, red potatoes and ham. A fresh ham, with carrots and potatoes would soon follow. Yams, deviled eggs, guava paste and cheese, pineapple upside down cake, pumpkin and apple pie and a missionary favorite-no bake chocolate cookies. What I was waiting for was the delicious aroma of yeast rolls baking in the oven. They would be the last thing was baked so they would be hot and buttery when served.
At the moment, all is quiet, all is calm and all smells of delicious Christmas fragrances.
The missionaries are here and as is usual, we are running a little behind. Thank goodness for ordure’s. We sit, chat and joke for a few minutes and then my husband calls for us to gather for the blessing. He blesses the food and everyone sits at the table for dinner. Even with two table leaves, the table is not big enough for all of us. John and I sit in the living room and eat and enjoy watching the camaraderie at the table. Our grandsons are enjoying the company of the missionaries. Now whether the missionaries are enjoying the pretty sad jokes of a 16 year old could be questioned but they are polite and laugh at them anyway. I really enjoy having them in my home.
After dinner, we invite them back into the living room to watch the Mormon Tabernacle Choirs' Christmas concert which we recorded especially for them. John turns it on and after 2 minutes, realizes it stopped recording. Bummer. Well, plan B comes into play. Out come the church videos and the missionaries pick one they can watch. With cookies and cake in hand, we settle in to watch The Testaments a great movie, but longer than trying to read Alma.
As I have never seen it all the way through, the ending was worth the watch-Jesus visiting the people on the American continent and Helaman after years of faithfulness preaching the coming of the Son of God-being able to see Christ after being healed by Jesus. If you haven't had a chance to see this movie, please watch it and make sure you have tissues for the ending because I guarantee you will need them.
It was time for the missionaries to leave. They made take-home plates of leftovers and goodies, grabbed their back packs and loaded up to leave, but not before writing down the name of an church video I have to see if they could come over on their next P-Day for lunch and watch it.
After leaving, the entire family all pitched in and did clean up. Of course, we cooked way too much as usual. Not to worry, we will take it over tomorrow and have lunch with our daughters who moved yesterday and will need something to eat.
As we cleaned we talked about the day, the time spent with missionaries and how great it felt to spend the day quietly worshipping our Savior and thanking Him for the great gift and selfless sacrifice He gave to us.
"No greater gift hath man...”
What better way to spend Christmas Day?