Santa

So, Punky does officially believe in Santa...I am not sure how that happened, but somehow we have to ease her into the reality that he doesn't...anyways...

Grandma gave Punky a gift in a blue snowman bag. I, of course, save all give bags to reuse. So, as I was wrapping Punky's presents on Christmas Eve night from Santa, I grabbed that gift bag, not even thinking.

Christmas morning, Punky starts unwrapping all of her presents and gets to that one. She looks at it and says, "Wow! Another snowman bag! I wonder how Santa knew to get that one!" She obviously remembered the bag and was questioning it...she is way to smart for her own good.

Also, she was not going to bed like a good girl the other night and I said, okay, I am going to leave a note for Santa so that he won't leave us any presents. She got very serious and asked if I was going to call him. I said I didn't have the number and she said that Jen (her babysitter) does. She said Jen called Santa when they were being bad and told him to stop making toys! She thought that was going to happen again! Too funny.

I am very thankful for this Christmas...we did not have to travel outside of town once! We did have quite a few get togethers, but it all worked out in the end.

Lessons From a Punky

It never fails to amaze me how much Punky teaches me...things about life but also things about the Lord.

As we were walking on the ice covered ground the other day, hand in hand, Punky slipped and fell...not too hard, as I had her hand, but landed on her knees. She was fine, got up, and we kept walking. The next day, we were walking and she slipped again, only this time, I held her up. She said, "Whoa, you caught me mama!"

In that moment, I thought, that's how it is with God. He is constantly holding our hand, wanting us to rely on Him. Does that mean we won't fall? No. Does it mean we won't get hurt? No. But what it does mean is that he will ALWAYS be there to pick us up, brush us off, and take our hand for the next time. I would much rather walk hand in hand with Jesus than to risk it by myself.

I took these pictures from our first snow fall...Punky LOVES the snow, and had a lot of fun playing with Daddy.