Sometimes we get so caught up in the Christmas rush that we forget to celebrate the “reason for the season” – Jesus. God gave us his only son so that we might have everlasting life. WOW! I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that I could give up my son – only or otherwise – for a bunch of folks I don’t even know that had done a lot of bad stuff, way beyond what I could imagine. The thought of making that big a sacrifice is a bit beyond my little pea brain to comprehend. But, God did it, making it possible for you and I to be cleansed of our sins – no matter how big or how small.
Sadly, I get so wrapped up in what I’d like to get done in the house, out in the yard, and in the world (like decorating, making cookies, shopping, wrapping gifts, caroling, gifting, parties, etc.) that on Christmas day, when I should be having the biggest celebration ever, all I feel is frazzled, disappointed and frustrated. Not to mention all the aches and pains my poor failing body is screaming at me to do something about.
So, today, after a crazy day yesterday of making myself and everyone around me want to shoot me, I’m determined that I will appreciate the miracle of my 2 year old grandson, and his wonder at the Christmas tree, all lit up and with presents underneath it as he came down the stairs (“Oh! Ma! Wow!”), and try to feel that sense of wonder in the blessings that I have right here in my house: my husband, my daughter and grandson, my wonderful, loving kitty, and all the comforts of home, regardless how shabby, or unpacked they may be. I will call my extended family members to wish them a Merry Christmas, I will make the Christmas meal, I will welcome our guests of friends and family, and I will NOT make myself crazy – except crazy happy that I have a God who loves me so much.
Merry Christmas!
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