This weekend, I celebrated Christmas. I wasn’t around a roaring fire, exchanging gifts with my family, or drinking eggnog. It was a different kind of celebration with people I just met – people that can never repay me.
My small group from church signed up to adopt two families for the Mission’s Christmas outreach – Adopt-a-Family. This past weekend, we shopped and wrapped the gifts, and dropped them off.
We arrived at the first family’s house. We rang the doorbell and Domingo welcomed us into his home, insisting we sat down. We passed out the gifts and prayed with this sweet family. Before we left, they handed us thank you notes. My friend and I left and sat in my car with tears in our eyes. We were overwhelmed by their joy.
Off to the next family. We knocked and heard the three children cheering that we were there. They invited us in and two hours later we left! We spent time listening to them read us their stories and tried our hardest to build a ginger bread house.
This weekend, I was reminded that it’s not the tangible gifts that define Christmas or where I celebrate, but the love that we share and extend to others. This weekend changed my life.
Thank you to everyone who helped 500 families have a merrier and brighter Christmas!
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