Beauty in the Breaking

We roll our bags down the entry hallway of Children’s Hospital, past a colorful abstract butterfly mural. We’re here for a scheduled overnight—no rushed admission, no immediate accident or illness, no heart-thumping clutch of fear. We deal in the long and slow, in measured stretches of medication carefully calibrated—dripped in by IV monthly, spooned in by dropper-full twice daily, cut in half and swallowed in applesauce Monday through Thursday, and injected on Friday.

We’re not the family in the waiting room rocking a wailing baby, pacing, talking on the phone in tears. We’re not the stoic mom holding the tiny four-year-old boy with half a shaved head.

We’re the ones with the kid who looks just fine. Julianne sits in the waiting room with headphones on, reading her book serenely. While stress ebbs and flows around her, she appears untouched.

We’re the ones with the girl who’s proud she can pronounce the ten-syllable mouthful Ju-ven-ile Der-ma-to-my-o-si-tis (JDM) correctly when she’s first diagnosed two years ago at 7 1/2. We’re the ones with the statistical anomaly: one of only two to three kids per million get JDM, an inflammatory disease of the skin, muscle, and blood vessels. (And we wonder why we can’t beat these odds when it comes time for school raffles or radio-show call-ins or even a lotto ticket.)

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A Birthday Party for Jesus

A Birthday Party for Jesus

Today, I welcome my friend, Kristin Hill Taylor of 152 Insights To My Soul. She’s sharing one of the special ways her family makes Christmas meaningful each year.

Each December, we sing “Happy Birthday” with a chorus of friends. We eat cake, make crafts, and hang out with other families.

But the honoree is no regular man. He’s the savior of the world.

Our birthday party for Jesus has become one of my favorite Christmas traditions.

Kids understand birthday parties. They look forward to their own, and they like receiving invitations to other parties. I want my kids to grow up understanding that Christmas is a season full of sparkly lights, wrapped boxes, and goodwill toward men — only because of Jesus.

So, we throw a birthday party for Jesus to remind the kids who is worth celebrating – this day and every other day of the year. We collect for charity, make crafts to share with neighbors who need something to brighten their days, and hear the Christmas story after singing carols. We savor fellowship with other families who want to dwell on this holiday truth.

christmas kristin collageThe fact Jesus was born is a reminder that God is with us. He walked this earth. He experienced physical life in the same ways we do. He felt pain; he experienced hunger, thirst, exhaustion. And he gave that life up for us. So why not celebrate him — that tiny babe that changed our world with his birth?

Our tradition began with three families. And then it expanded to include more of our circle of friends. While every year is a little different, our celebration always points to Jesus. This year we’ll have our fourth annual Jesus Birthday Party the first Saturday in December.

You can plan a Jesus Birthday Party too. Here’s a checklist to get you started:

  • Pick a date in December. I want the kids to associate this birthday party with Christmas, so I find a date between Thanksgiving and Christmas and schedule the tradition. Consider what time would be best for your circle of friends. We like lunch-time parties around here, but each year has been different based on what else is going on.
  • Let your friends know as early as possible. December calendars get busy fast.
  • Choose charitable projects. We collect canned goods for our local food pantry and money to buy gifts from Compassion International’s holiday catalog. You could have a toy drive or make cards to give out at nursing homes.
  • Plan activities. Consider crafts, songs, books, and games that can incorporate the meaning of Christmas. We’ve made cards, created manger scenes out of candy, drawn pictures, made advent paper chains, and had a children’s concert.
  • Serve food. The time of the day will determine how much and what kind food you’ll offer, but you’ll want to make it fun and festive, just like a regular family birthday party.  You’ll also want to make sure you have a birthday cake for Jesus. Just don’t try to do it all yourself – ask your friends and family to help by bringing a dish.
  • Include party hats, goody bags, and other things that kids relate to birthday parties. Oriental Trading has a nice selection of “Happy birthday, Jesus” and nativity party favors and activities. Jesus was born, and that’s a life worth celebrating. Make it tangible for the kids.

Of course, there are many great ways to celebrate Jesus’ birth. This birthday party is one of several things my family does each year to focus on giving and God’s glory. Some traditions make it on our calendar every December. Other opportunities come when we’re least expecting them.

But wherever we are, we can always let our lives sing “Happy Birthday” to the one who came to save us. <<<Tweet This!

kristinhilltaylorKristin Hill Taylor lives in Murray, Ky., with her husband, Greg, and two kids – 6-year-old Cate and 4-year-old Ben. She can often be found trying to beat her husband in Words with Friends, playing games of Settlers of Catan with her best friends, listening to her daughter’s stories, reminding her son to be careful, or texting her friends. She believes in taking road trips, living in community, and documenting real life. You can keep up with her at or follow on her Twitter.


{(in)Courage Guest Post:} Nourish-Worship & The Perfect Apple Pie

{(in)Courage Guest Post:} Nourish-Worship & The Perfect Apple Pie

The blood of Christ shed for you, Beth.

I like it when the communion assistant knows my name. I lift my slim rim to meet the silver V of the chalice.

I say Amen and tilt the sliver of plastic, that liquid ruby sliding down, over wafer crumbs still in my mouth.

This soul feast—it’s what’s to sustain me in the week to come. But I’m never quite sure if I do it right.

Is this the day? The day I feel communion take hold in my body? The time the wafer and wine feed me weeklong, nourish me, make me more Christ-like?

I try the quick ACTS formula before communion, thinking it might ready my soul better, though worship during worship always seems better suited to the childless.

Adoration: God, I praise you, for you are mighty. Your wonders never cease.
Dispense raisin handfuls.

Confession: Dear Lord, there are so many ways I’ve failed you this week. I’ve been impatient, selfish, snapped at my kids, didn’t love my husband as I should. I’m sorry. Please forgive
Retrieve matchbox car under the pew to quell rising squeal from 3 1/2 -year-old.

Thanksgiving: God, your blessings are many. You give us so much ...
Admonish 8-year-old for all-too-audible “is church almost over?”

Supplication: …
The usher finally clears his throat; I’m not sure how long he’s been waiting for us to retrieve our cups.

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Gathering Gems

Gathering Gems

I reach up to my neck to finger them — those three small discs of descending size. The top, and littlest disc, reads Adam. The middle disc, Julianne. The bottom and largest, Caroline.

I bought this necklace for myself in May 2010 – my first Mother’s Day as a mom of three. I knew exactly what I wanted. I chose it for its simple, understated elegance, its ability to go with most anything, and the sentimental value in letting my skin warm my children’s names all day long – even when they’re away at school or off to a friend’s.

When it comes to other areas of my life, though, I’m afraid I display far less restraint. My taste wavers off to the extravagant or complex; it lacks the refined sense of the simple, of pure, uncomplicated beauty.

It’s like I’m gathering gem after gem, not knowing where to stop, because such beauty lies close by. And, I can’t say no to Good Things. 

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