I haven't published any birthday posts this year. Our morning birthday celebrations are pretty standard and simple. The banners are strung, there are balloons and a favorite breakfast, and for the girls, there are always flowers from Steve waiting for them on the table. When it's a child's birthday, we tell them the story of his or her birth. And that's when I start to cry a little at the remembrance of my three of four very favorite days. And that's also when I think about my Savior.
You see, I got the idea of telling my children the story of their birth from the Crabb family in California. The best part about this Crabb family tradition is that it gave the father, Kelly Crabb, the inspiration to write this amazing Christmas song that they performed several times as a family in church.
Kelly would be up there with his guitar, his wife Janice, and their five children. The sight of them alone was enough to make me cry. And then they sang about how Mary told Jesus the first Christmas story, the story of his birth.
The chorus was always my favorite:
Mary told Jesus the first Christmas story,
How angels had sung on that night filled with glory,
How rich men and poor men rejoiced from the start,
And Mary kept all of these things in her heart.
They sang it loudly and beautifully, and sometimes, even the family members themselves would begin to cry because that feeling, the Spirit, was so strong and so sweet. I get that same feeling when anyone testifies of the Savior.
I love my Savior. I know that He lives. This knowledge has brought so much sweetness, peace, and hope to my life. I am so grateful that so many will celebrate and remember Him today. But let us pray to remember Him all year long. Merry Christmas, everyone!
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