Last year, Justin slept a good part of Christmas Day, which we attributed to a very late night and a very early morning. Twenty-one days later, I carried him to the hospital and received a cancer diagnosis.

This Christmas Day, he stood in church, his voice floating up to my ears. “O, come let us adore him!” With all his little might, he sang words that seemed to come from a place in him that knows things.

I bawled out my mascara and, again, thanked God for saving Justin’s life. Here’s a little peek into our happy Christmas chaos. (The paper crowns are a British tradition Jeff brought from London on his latest work trip). Grace and blessed hope be with you, my friends.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13