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Christmas Break

Christmas festivities are over. Hopefully everyone enjoyed their gifts.

The days between now and when we return to our regularly scheduled lives can bog down. The kids have played with their new toys and set them aside. Already? Yes already.

Relatives have either left or are sitting around the kitchen table with you wondering what to do. Special Christmas programs at the kids school or local theater are over, Christmas cards sent, and the dishwasher is full.

What to do, what to do? 

The standard choices pop into  our minds, go to a movie, watch a DVD at home, eat leftovers, return gifts, play on the Internet...the usual. 

It seems no matter what we choose to do or not do, we miss an inner satisfaction at the end of these in between days. Unless we fulfill a purpose.  And that purpose can be anything like, make a _____ for _____, build a snowman, go for a hike and see nature, organize the closet, plan this, set up that, take the family skating or sledding, read a book, rest, etc.

Jesus' actual birthday has come and gone. The celebration included shepherds, wise men, a heavenly host, and many others. The days between his birth and his return are much like the days between Christmas and when we return to our regularly scheduled activity. They both are a time for us to glorify God.

How we spend the time in between Jesus' birthday and His return is up to us. He gives us options, tell us His preference, provides what we need to do His will, and is pleased when we try our best.  He hardwired us to enjoy His presence and to do His will.

This doesn't mean you need to slave away at some overwhelming task during your break. 

Rather, what ever you do in word or deed, do all to the glory of God.

Then, at the end of the day you will feel content.

Hugs to you and yours for a very happy and content filled Christmas break.

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