Last night for Family Home Evening, we had a lesson about prayer, taught by Lizzie and the great plan of happiness, taught by Mimi. I was actually quite impressed with the lessons and with their gospel knowledge. Lizzie even had appropriate scriptures ready, and was able to find another one she wanted on the spur of the moment. Mimi had hand drawn illustrations, which I will try to get a picture of to post. They were pretty cute.
Then we went in to watch a Christmas movie. And though there are about eleventy billion versions of A Christmas Carol (and we have roughly half of those in our Christmas movie collection), the version The Brain picked was the Muppets. Seriously. Truth be told, he's always had a thing for Muppet humor.
So we settled in to watch. And though I haven't seen this one for at LEAST 5 years or more, I was surprised to find that I remembered lots of the movie, and almost all the songs. And I remembered why I liked it so much. It's more fun than preachy. You know how some of those Lifetime Originals can get a little on the pious side.
And yet, I found my eyes welling up at the thought of little Tiny Tim not being there, and of Ebeneezer finally being welcomed in, which is all he really ever wanted in the first place. And I think all that most of us really want. A place to be wanted, loved, and safe.
It made me think about the charmed life I lead, and made yesterday's post seem embarrassingly ungrateful.
How lucky am I? To have children who know and love the gospel? To have the chance for all of us to be together for Christmas? To have a wonderful house, health insurance, and the gospel of Jesus Christ. (not necessarily in that order.)And a hundred more things I could list.
And so I'm making a new goal to be a little bit more grateful, and a little bit more patient this season.
All because of a crippled frog.