My son volunteered for he and I to perform at the church that I attended when I was a little girl. My mom still goes but I’ve not been in years. She asked him if he wouldn’t mind playing on Christmas Eve for the candle light service and she said of course.
I must confess that the idea warms my heart. This is a small country church and I’ve a lot of great memories. Sunday school, Bible camp in the summer and church service, singing and all of that. But there’s something about Christmas Eve that’s special. I’ve a vivid memory of when I probably around 10 years of age. My mom had sewn me a purple dress and I was so excited to wear it to candle light service. We did a play and sang songs. That feeling of anticipation, of joy and of the wonderful Christmas songs makes me long for time that was so much simpler. I had no worries. No responsibilities. The world was white, it was holy, Christmas was a special time with family and oh so much food! A bowl of walnuts to be cracked. Hot chocolate and snow play for hours. Family is what I remember most and what I try to instill in my own kids.
So, all this talk got me feeling weepy for some reason and this is the song my son wants us to perform. First off, I’m not sure I could get through this without crying…but its so poignant….. what do you all think?











