A little Christmas miracle.

Yesterday evening, we cleaned our yard and put up solar-powered fairy lights. 

We lost track of time and before we knew it it was almost 8pm and we had a very tired 3-year-old. He wanted the lights to work, but they needed 12 hours of sun to charge first (according to the box). E lost his mind. He was screaming and crying for the sun. I explained that we can't make the sun come up - it's God's work. He said he wanted God to change the world (we took him to the planetarium so I think he remembered about the world moving around the sun). 

Long story short, in the bath he cried to his dad about why he couldn't see God and why couldn't God just come here. Emotions were wild. How do you explain this to a 3-year-old when you don't know either. So I was honest, I said that as old as I am, I don't understand everything about God either, but I do know that God shows himself in different ways.

I went to fetch something we left outside and our tree lights were magically on. So I showed E and told him that God heard him crying for the tree lights, and even though they shouldn't be working, God made them work to show him that he is real and he listens. E, full of wonder and awe, said, "God heard me and changed the world." 

Yes, He did.

P. S Don't ruin it by telling me some logically reason for the lights to work, I prefer a little Christmas miracle.

The Christmas Rush



I'm starting to feel that frantic rush to get everything done before Christmas. 

I have to remember that done is better than perfect and presence is more meaningful than presents (that's a good thing cause I think I am a crappy gifter). Oh, and to purposely slow down.

Pic from back in November inside Helderberg Nature Reserve, Somerset West during our first family mini-vacay.