Merry Christmas from Indiana

I've only been in Indiana for a week and I have to admit, it's been one heck of a week. It's been a week of celebrations: my homecoming, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Mrs. Dutton going home to her Lord and Savior.

I've been struggling with jet lag. The first night home, I went to bed about 6 pm. I woke up at two thanks to my dad's countless (OBNOXIOUS) alarms. My sister woke up about the same time. I told her "I'm so awake right now! Wanna help me wrap Christmas presents?" Sadly, she didn't like the idea, but I decided to do it anyway.

I was determined to not be a prisoner to the day and night difference of Indonesia and Indiana. I failed. Miserably. However, my family has been very understanding. They are just thrilled to have me home, that it doesn't matter if I am awake at random hours of the day and night.

It has been a joy to be with my family for Christmas. A year ago, we were one short in our Christmas celebration. My brother was stationed in Afghanistan. It's amazing how so many things can change in a year.

Christmas is truly the most wonderful time of year; not because of the snow, decorations, presents, or family time, but because one special baby was born. A baby that changed the world forever. A baby who grew into a man who loved all sinners. He loved us all so much, that he sacrificed his life in place of ours. What a great gift to the world!

Merry Christmas to all!