I'm sitting in the house I grew up in, and the memories of past years fill my head. The year I had the stomach flu, the year I got a pink Barbie convertible, the year I found out Santa actually preferred to go by "Mom," the year I got a guitar, and last night at 1am as I sat in the living room with my mom. We opened gifts, just the two of us. I am awestruck by the beauty of these memories, and so many others that occurred in this house.
Even more than the memories, I am awestruck by the author of them, by the writer of my life, by the God that knows my past, present, and future even better than I.
I sit here and realize how many things have fallen in just the right way. Even when I was not a believer God was working to bring me to Him. I did nothing to earn His grace. I did nothing to earn His favor. I did nothing to ever deserve His love. Here I sit, in awestruck wonder, at Him.
Christmas is different this year. I spent 19 years never truly understanding the full meaning of Christmas. When I finally became a Christian it was amidst much loss. Christmas never truly focused on Christ in the past 4 years, but on the empty places in my heart. This Christmas I feel different. I am brought to tears by the thought of a baby in a manger. My heart feels light, and I feel overjoyed at the best Christmas gift any of us have ever and could ever receive.
I am blessed to call each of you family by blood or by Christ. I am blessed to have people who love me on my best days and my worst. I am blessed to have family that supports me in everything. More than anything I am blessed to have a Savior who has called me by name.
Merry Christmas
"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord." Luke 2:11
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