By the way, have you guys caught this year’s Cabela’s Christmas Commercial? Whoa! It caught me in the back of the throat when I happened to be wrapping presents like a mad woman at 1am a couple mornings ago watching the good old Outdoor Channel out of the corner of one eye. It hit home, more so than ever because of a major curve ball that has been thrown at our family…
I won’t go into much detail about this curve ball, because more so than anything, I am not really ready to write about it. Many of you know that my Dad has been facing some pretty scary health issues for the last few weeks and we are beginning to sort all of that out. Many of you who follow my blog also know how very much my Dad means to me. And any of you who know my Dad, also know how very special of a guy he is! Truly one of the best! I guess I can’t sort it all out just yet, but I do know that I can easily write without doubt, that at this Christmas Holiday, I am savoring every minute that I can spend with my loved ones! Especially my Dad!
Many of my best memories are of moments spent outdoors with Dad and my passion for nature was a gift that he gave to me that I will never be able to repay him for! I hope so very much that my own children might just say the same thing about me some day… Nonetheless, I am bound and determined to get my Dad healthy again and back out to Hunting Camp! We have a ton of mountains left to hike, streams to fish, and few spaces left for more trophies to mount on the wall!
As we all take a moment to count our blessings on this Christmas Eve, please take some time to enjoy what ultimately matters in all the craziness and always know that God is so Good! I’ll leave you with this “Christmas Prayer” and many wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Long Lived Life in the Outdoors!
Lord, in this holy season of prayer and song and laughter, we praise you for the great wonders you have sent us: for shining star and angel’s song, for infant’s cry in lowly manger. We praise you for the Word made flesh in a little Child. We behold his glory, and are bathed in its radiance.
Be with us as we sing the ironies of Christmas, the incomprehensible comprehended, the poetry made hard fact, the helpless Babe who cracks the world asunder. We kneel before you shepherds, innkeepers, wisemen. Help us to rise bigger than we are. Amen.