Christmas Morning

Can you guess where Addie is on Christmas morning?

No, not a bus.

No, not driving an 18 wheeler...

Everyone has Christmas traditions. Ours have changed over the years; but now that we have children, we're trying to develop some of our own traditions.

Like breakfast casserole every Christmas morning. 

But we're really trying to move away from the inborn {gimme} mode any child {or adult} finds themselves in.

{Mine}

{More}

{Me}

And while we will of course continue to give {and receive} gifts, we desperately want our girls to hearts to be those of {giving} rather than so much {getting}.

Don't get me wrong. I am not getting all high-and-mighty-and-holier-than-thou.

But this blog is somewhat of a record of our girls lives, and this was a very important part of today.

We're just trying to provide {real life} examples and instill the it's better to give than to receive.

So for the past two Christmas mornings, we have tried to find individuals who are forced to work on Christmas day.

Those who serve us.

And in a {very} small way, try to serve them.

Last year, it was the gate guards at the nearby Air Force Base. Starbucks on a cold morning.

This year, our life group decided to make breakfast for a nearby fire department.

Grits, sausage balls, fruit, bagels, bacon, yummy treats.

And that's how Addie found herself here:

along with a few other members of our life group

and although we had to wake up {i know} the little girls to go, they were happy to be along for the ride

I Peter 4:10

Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.