Christmas Card for the Rest of You

Front: 

Merry Christmas from the Kattersons!

Life in 2019:

• Ben confirmed as Middle School Director at Bethlehem’s North Campus and taught at Jr High Summer Camp 2019 on the life of Joseph. 
• Amy had a few opportunities to teach in Bethlehem’s North Women’s Bible study on the gospel of John. 
• The “Summer of the Falling Tree” (4 big ones down, including one on our house and one on the neighbor’s camper…) 
• Transitioned to a new homeschool co-op, where Amy is a tutor of 4- and 5-year-olds. 
•  Boys ages 7, 5, 3, and 1!

Praying that you have unbreakable hope through God’s gift of Jesus, our Savior, Redeemer, and Friend.

And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace… Isaiah 9:6

Back: 

Victor (7) loves homeschool co-op, small group, and anything else that involves friends. He is quick at math, loves to read and listen to audiobooks, and cannot get enough freeze tag in his life.

Josiah (5) is a sensitive, imaginative lover of animals and being with close friends. He loves Wild Kratts, bouncing, and basketball.

Elliot (3) is easy-going, bright, and comical. He sings in his bed, is figuring out his letters, and loves hockey, Oreos, baseball, and reading stories.

Calvin (18 months) is a master emptier-of-cabinets, eater-of-cookies, and charmer-of-hearts. He loves pizza, snuggles, and being right in the middle of the action.

We are rich in grace, noise, and adventures!

Nailing It: Christmas Cards

My friends. It was a couple weeks ago when my dear husband casually mentioned he thought it would be good for us to send something out (i.e. a Christmas card) this year.

"Yes, that would be nice," I said, "I'll see what I can do."

Well, now we know.

I ordered pictures and pounded out a little notecard of family updates. The pictures arrived, of course, a day after I needed to send out the out-of-town gifts (but that was okay, since I was a day late in getting those packages ready anyway).

Task: Print the notecard of family updates.

One side printed fine. Upon attempting to print the other side, our printer jammed and basically died an immediate and painful death.

So, out-of-town family, sorry that your Christmas card has only one side printed. (No names of boys for you. No update about each of their charming, developing personalities. Bummer.) But you have a picture and half a card. Could be worse.

Task: Find new printer.

Task: Request Ben to print the notecard of family updates, double-sided.

I did not specify that the sides should be facing the same direction, so I guess it is really my fault that the back is upside-down.

Task: Find envelopes. It is an amazing thing that this Christmas card will probably just about exhaust our supply of envelopes purchased for our wedding thank-you's 11+years ago! But since they are brown envelopes, we need labels in order to read the addresses.

Task: Make a list of recipients.

Task: Trim list of recipients, since I did not order enough photos.

Task: Find addresses. What, have an address list? Why no, no I don't. Eventually, list of addresses is compiled.

Task: Make mail merge and print labels. Wait, our printer is dead.

Task: Go to the office, use hubby's computer to print labels.

Now, I have worked as an administrative assistant virtually my entire adult life. I have used these copiers, computers, and programs before.

So I should have expected that, of course, the labels print out fine (the 2nd time) with the top line of print 2 cm above each label divide. There is nothing like printing labels to make you feel like an incompetent nincompoop. But I face the labels undaunted, chop them with the office paper cutter, (well, yes, it is a little conspicuous that each label contains parts of 2 labels, cut at a slightly uneven angle...) and affix them to my envelopes.

Task: Stamp, return address, label, and stuff envelopes.

Finished product, proudly sitting in the office outgoing mailbox:
Brown envelope, crooked-double-label address, photo, and family update (upside-down) for some portion of our family and friends.

So, dear people, if you do not receive a Christmas card from us this year, please do not think it a reflection on our affection for you. And feel free to message me your address.

And if you do receive one, by all means feel a swell of gratitude rising in your heart that--whatever you did or did not send out this year--it most likely wasn't that.

With joy in the perfect Savior who uses nincompoops and cracked pots,
Amy

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Dear Calvin,

Well, my fine fellow, here you are at a solid 1 1/2 years old. And you are, of course, ready to take on the world.

In news of late:

- You are an active scavenger. Extremely skilled at rifling through and displacing the contents of the kitchen cupboards, emptying the dirty dishes out of the dishwasher, and redistributing items from the recycling bag.

- You pick up on so much! Sometimes if I'm pulling together the last few things for lunch while everyone is gathered and waiting, we'll sing together, "God Is So Good." And you definitely join in! It's most precious to see you mouthing the words along with your brothers.

- You have also picked up the game Rock, Paper, Scissors, and you play a mean hand with Victor. (Although, as he noted, you always choose "rock.") Tried to video that this morning, but of course it was far more interesting to see what we were doing with our phones...

- Despite the cold weather, you definitely still love going outside. You're always up for accompanying me to get the mail, and any outings are exciting (until we have to actually buckle up in the car).

- You love the library and roam happily, sometimes checking out the Legos, sometimes wandering into the adult section, sometimes pulling books off the bottom shelves.

- You walk and run. No more Ergo unless we are headed somewhere for a real hike. But you most definitely still want to be held and carried (primarily so that you can see everything that is going on).


- You are a super happy camper at the babysitting group at homeschool co-op and nursery at church.

- You eat. A lot. You can polish off 3-4 pieces of pizza and frequently eat your own food, a 2nd helping, and then the rest of Elliot's (who is currently in a more selective phase). For all that, you are sporting a pretty trim physique and have lost a lot of the baby rolls. But I still love your chubby cheeks and those sweet little fingers.

- We did the stomach flu a couple weeks ago. Your first time really puking through the night. So not my favorite part of life. But you were a trooper and actually bounced back pretty quickly. Grateful for no trips to the ER this round!




It was in the aftermath of my own bout of the stomach flu that I reflected on this less-remembered aspect of the Christmas story.

The birth of Christ, announced by angels, welcomed by shepherds, promised by prophets, meant that God Himself entered creation. He didn't just walk through the pristine garden with Adam and Eve or bend down to see what was going on at the Tower of Babel. He actually stepped into humanity. And He tasted all the kinds of brokenness that sin brought. He left the smile of heaven and sweetest communion with the Father to join a world of stomach flu, pickpockets, head lice, plagues, and hypocritical church leaders. Every kind of bitter barb that sin has infested our lives with--He tasted it, walked through it, bore it.

Why would someone do that, little son? Having known the pain that sin brings, I can't imagine a willing choice to plunge into its cold, deadly, all pervasive presence. But the truth is, Jesus didn't come despite the pain of sin. He came because of it. Immanuel, God with us, joined this world to thwart the enemy's plans from the inside. He came to taste the bitter cup reserved for me. He came to die so that He might become the Victor over sin and death.

He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him. (2 Corinthians 5:21)

A plan and a purpose that we could never dream up. This is the reason for such a festive, joyous celebration at Christmas. This is the reason for hope any time at all.

I love you, sweet Calvin, and I pray you will always love and worship our wonderful Jesus.
Your momma