I'll Be Home for Christmas

So this blog was going to be something completely different and then a friend of mine started talking to me and I realized that I can't complain without feeling guilty about it. I have realized that I tend to whine about going home because of my lack of friends there. But I am going to make the best of it. I mean, I get to spend time with my family now. I can actually connect with my brother and figure out what is going through his thick head and get him to straighten up his act :) And my sister, man, I want to read some of her sick stories! Vampires and bubble worlds, come on (Arrested Development just for you, Eric)! Who doesn't want to read that!?! Maybe I'll finally get used to my littlest brother's quirkiness and little punk attitude. Or I could help my dad pick locks (not really but yes). Or read over my mom's essays for her class (which she is always afraid of failing and yet gets nothing less than 95%). I could play with my dogs instead of passing them by like I usually do. But I think the thing that I am most excited for is Christmas. Not even the gifts or the food this year (in fact I am pretty sure I didn't even tell anyone what I wanted for Christmas....actually, pretty sure I didn't even make a list in my head). I'm excited for my outlook on Christmas this year. We had a chapel a little over a week ago about Jesus (surprise surprise!), but I got something new out of it that I never really paid attention to before. I should have; it's actually a huge part of the story, but this year it actually hit me that God was a baby. A tiny infant held all the divine power of the universe. A child.....I just can't even wrap my head around it. I wonder what he was thinking as a baby...did he still have the mind of divinity and was unable to communicate besides like that of a baby? Could he comprehend in that moment what his purpose on that earth was? Did he even understand it as a young child? Was he afraid then? Did he ever doubt and wish he could take it back? I guess I won't know until I am in heaven. I'm ok with that. But this year I get to think about all that going into the story. I might actually enjoy the nativity story that my dad reads on Christmas story instead of saying I'd heard it a million times before. My goal, my wish this year is to find something new that I can take into my relationship with God. Something that maybe reveals a little more about my Savior that I never saw before. It's my hope....