This past week I worked on gluing together a gingerbread train for our family gingerbread house display. The icing jammed in my plastic bag, the sides of the train kept falling off, and I found myself getting grumpy. This was a moment meant for celebration and memories– Christmas music was playing, and all my family was around me happily working on their creations– and I was getting mad at clumpy icing. I needed to slow down and remember what Christmas is all about.
One of the ways I’ve been slowing and remembering has been to meditate on Isaiah 9:6. We have this beautiful print of it that someone gave us years ago. This year when I pulled it out of the Christmas boxes, I put it on the fridge, and we’ve been having little discussions around the table about the words used to describe the coming Messiah: wonderful counselor, mighty God, everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. One lunch we talked about the words “wonderful counselor.” It went something like this:
Me: What is a counselor?
Kids: Like a camp counselor?
Me: Sure, what does a camp counselor do?
Kids: Well, they lead you around camp, they make sure you get where you’re supposed to be and when, they keep you safe, they help you if you get hurt, and they make sure you get food when you’re hungry.
Me: That’s right! Sometimes they even help you take risks you wouldn’t take otherwise. Do you think you could have a bad counselor?
Kids: Yes. They might not really care about you or take care of you.
Me: So, I wonder what God wanted us to know when He said His Son would be a Wonderful Counselor?
Kids: That He’d be a really good one, I guess.
I’ve been meditating on this ever since. We have a Wonderful Counselor that we can rely on every day! This is good news for a mommy missionary! When we talked about “mighty God” a few days later, I realized what a gift these moments were—they were instilling the character of God into the minds of my kids. I’m eager to discuss the difference between a camp counselor and a father this week as we talk about “everlasting Father.”
Has anyone else experienced clumpy icing this Christmas?
As mommy missionaries this Advent season, let’s choose to celebrate and set a tone of joy for our families. Let’s take time to look at our husbands and kiddos in the eyes, lay a hand on their shoulders, and speak affirming words over them. Let’s create an environment now that our kids will long to come home to when they’re adults. Let’s choose to SLOW down in the hustle and bustle to remember that Jesus came as a baby, and he’s coming again as a King
Back to the gingerbread train—I looked down at my icing, up at my kids and husband, I took a deep breath, smiled, and stuck my hand into the bag of icing and began to glue with my fingers like a toddler. And it felt great to not take myself so seriously. Though by the end of the afternoon I was covered in powdered sugar.
Much love and Merry Christmas from your Mommy Missionaries Blog Team!
Linnette and her husband Dave began their marriage and Nav staff career twelve years ago (EDGE and SIT at Colorado State) and they currently lead the collegiate Nav ministries in Nashville. They have five children: Kate (9), Kylie (7), McKenzie (5), Daniel (4), and Andrew (baby). Linnette and Dave are passionate about the shared mission of raising up disciple-makers and raising up their kids.