Struggling Well With Life

About to celebrate a very old feeling Christmas.  Everything is old, everybody is old.  No more little girls with pig tails and those soft one piece footed PJ’s.  No big surprises under the tree.  No bikes, no American Girl Dolls, no anticipation of knocking their socks off. In fact the older they get, the smaller and more expensive their gifts become, which means a lot less to open, and a stocking full of toiletries.  Toiletries, that’s a horrible word..  I picked my dad up last night from the airport, and he’s old too.  I guess he would have to be if his youngest son is 51.  That bigger than life intimidating man seems so gentle and even fragile.  Even our dog is old, she appears put out when she moves from one place to sleep to another.  Older too is my relationship with Jesus which is a good thing, but I fear I have grown accustomed to the Gift.  May the Spirit of Christ who makes all things new open my eyes and heart to this reality today.