I hung sixteen stockings this year. All matching, because I discovered that it was time to replace and re-decorate most of them, and.. we have had a few new blessed additions. I was excited to find a great sale and get “stocked up.”
It’s funny how red stands out. Like the day that I bought the new stockings. I drew some attention placing 20 of those bright red socks at the register. Of course, the pre-Christmas check-out lines were insane and as usual, I have almost all of our children shopping with me.
Whoah! That’s a lot of stockings! Are you having an office party?
Ummm… Something like that. We have a lot of “people.”
I would say so. Are these all of your helpers? (looking around at my children who are loading the cart.)
Yes, they are my helpers. Smiling.
Wait. Are these all of your children?
Yes. Well, not really. Not ALL of my children are actually here.
No way! How do you wrap for that many people?
And now, my younger children have received a new education in the population.
For the very first comment to escape my six year old’s little mouth, (as is quite common for her)…“Mommy, people say our family is GINORMOUS!” (It is funny how my children never knew we were a big family until someone else told them.)
And the same conversation I have had with scores of people over the years about our family size continues into this next generation.
But, the funny thing is this. Until I am hanging 16 stockings, and filling them, or wrapping gifts for hours, I am not one to focus on the size of our family.
I have thought much about this over the last year, and have come to realize two things:
I count my gifts every day. It doesn’t matter to me if it is matching socks for every feet in this house, or a new job that the builder receives to keep us going.
A gift is counted and not measured.
So, I have a ginormous family. (or so I have been told.)
All a gift of grace every single day.
Because, whether I had 2 or 10, God’s calling is the same. Abide in me, and He in us. And God’s grace is enough.
Enough. Not too much.
His grace is ginormous. For you and for I.
and then this…
Tiring, yes. Hard, yes. But never, ever a burden. When you have tasted of his goodness, every day begins with mercy.
And with God, my calling is to my family first.
What seems ginormous to you today? His grace is enough. I promise.