Christmas, it’s a time of pretty lights, pretty packages, family get togethers ,Hallmark movies, claymation movies and midnight church services. It’s children looking for Santa, his elves and flying reindeer. It’s the joy of gift giving and receiving. I must not forget, the cool Christmas windows in department stores. Even famous parades. The list goes on.
As a child I looked forward to Santa and gifts. In my teen to young adulthood, just the gift. When I became a parent, it meant giving my children the best memories of the Christmas season. Today as my children get older, and my age climbs, Christmas has changed. I’m actually seeing Christmas in a new way. Christmas really does have magic and miracles. I never thought I would see the day, when my Christmas list was more about giving than receiving.
We forget that Christmas, at least to me, means the promise from God that all my needs will be met. It’s the wake up call, to let go of the past, focus on today and leave the future in Gods hands. Before my diagnosis of depression, I had doubts that Christmas would be enjoyable. After all money’s tight, my family is 189 miles away, I work a lot of hours to make ends meet. Would there be a tree? Would there be gifts? What kind of food would we have?
Well my questions where answered. In my old life, I had three trees. When we moved I had to put one in storage, and get ride of one. Yet my four foot tree remained here, which now stands with ornaments and lights a glow. There a gifts under the tree, food in the freezer and my family is driving 189 miles to spend the day with me on Christmas.
Once again my needs were met. Christmas really isn’t about the gifts or trees. It’s Gods true love and his gifts for all of us, should we accept them. May God continue to bless you and your friends and family. I know God will continue to love and provide for me and my loved ones. Merry Christmas!