When I took our oldest to the store on Friday, she wanted to buy you something special, but I had to tell her no. So on the morning of Christmas Eve, I woke up our older daughters and asked them if they wanted to do something special for you. Both of them shot up in bed with a huge smile and said, “Yes!” We went downstairs and prepared some coffee and hot chocolate for you. Then I cut out a heart from red construction paper and the girls and I wrote you a Christmas note on it. We put everything on a plate and took it upstairs, woke you up, and gave it to you.
After we were done, I took the dishes to the kitchen. On the way there, I dropped one of the larger cups and one of the smaller cups. They shattered on the ground. Good thing these cups didn’t have sentimental value. The larger one was only a cup we got when we were first married and use only for special occasions and the smaller one was only a cup in a pair of special cups we got for our daughters. That was a close one! [I thought you knew not to let me carry anything breakable. Will you ever learn? 😉 (Seriously, though, I’m so sorry about the cups. I feel terrible!)]
365 Acts of Love 
The cups of special meaning are broken and gone, but not forgotten. Neither is the love for your bride and children in the hearts and minds of these precious ones you are serving.
The manger, the swaddling cloths, the frankincense, gold and myrrh, all are broken and gone, but certainly not forgotten. Neither is the love of our Savior in the hearts and minds of His children this Christmas Day. Neither are we, in our Father’s heart and mind.
Merry Christmas.
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