I know exactly what it feels like to "come home for Christmas" because I lived a few hours away for several years and my home, Monroe, certainly tugged on my heart during the holidays.
Every year while I was away, I would get so excited to drive through downtown Monroe on Hwy 11 because I knew that I was only minutes away from the place where I grew up, home. Usually we would travel at night so of course the sidewalk trees were lit and we'd go extra slow just to take in the wonder. This was how the song "Sleepy Little Town" came about.
Coming home for Christmas goes much deeper for us all I'm sure. For me, the love and joy that fill the rooms of my home cannot be measured. The smell of Christmas dinner and the sounds of kids laughing are those simple, life-giving moments I will forever treasure in being home for Christmas. Even now as an adult, just seeing my parents face on Christmas morning as their grandkids open gifts is another reason home is so special to me. However, I realize that home is more than a house, more than rooms & more than meals. Home is family. Home is relationships. Love is what makes home a home.
I pray that as we countdown to Christmas, we will find our homes filled with the warmth that only love can bring through giving & sharing. I pray that each of you find home to be the place where you can be yourself & belong. I pray that each of you will come to know the Christ of Christmas because it's in Him we find our true home.
Merry Christmas Monroe!
God bless & much love,
Carrie
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