For many christians, today is a day set aside to remember the birth of Jesus Christ. For others, it is simply a wonderful time of year when families enjoy the day, present each other gifts and celebrate the "season". And still others, though strong in their faith, it means nothing. And what about me? Wow - that is quite the question. Growing up, Christmas was the most exciting time of year for me. There was something special about it. There was somethng about seeing that little baby lying in that manager in nativity scenes that put a wonder in me. YOu see, by the time I was 8 or 9 or so, we stopped attending church. Oh, I don't think that it was a willful thing, I think life grabbed ahold of our family. I think that activities pulled us away. I have some very strong memories of things that went on in church. I remember singing, sunday school classes, running around at the church, mom cooking in the kitchen, the pastor, and the CHristmas eve services. There was a time when that was very real.. at least us attending church. But like I said, life grabbed ahold... long before I understood much about Jesus Christ. So as I grew up, maybe because of my young memories, maybe because of the Holy Spirit quickening me... that little baby that I saw in the nativity scenes captured me. And though our attendance at church tapered off, our attendance at EAster and Christmas never did. So, I am thankful for the celebration of Christmas. I know that God used those tender moments to soften my heart. My love for Christmas, all the decorations, the excitement, the presents, the family get togethers.. that was definitely what I loved... but it was also a time when that baby was brought to my eyes again. That precious little baby, that wonder, that little one that made me look at him every year... and despite the life that I was living or my lack of knowledge or attention to God... that little baby made me know that there was more. I am confident that the celebration of Christmas was a time when God was planting many seeds and preparing me for salvation.
And even though, now, I am a believer in Jesus Christ, now that He is my savior and I understand the meaning of that little baby lying in a manger, I thank God for the season this year. Because this year, I have struggled with remembering Jesus Christ and living a life that is Holy. Just as when I was a little girl and the activities of life took us away from church, it seems as if the chaos of my life right now has taken me away from God. This year, I have battled with my walk with the Lord. But God is faithful. His word promises that he will never let go of me. He has held onto me despite the many times I have seemed to let go of Him. And as this season has approached, I have truly longed for the stories of Jesus Christ and the songs that sing of Him. But this time, it is not the awe and wonder of who this little baby is and what that baby might mean to me... no, this time, the meaning of that little baby seems to be giving me the drink of water that my parched soul has needed. Hearing of the birth of Jesus Christ, seeing the nativity scenes, hearing the "Christmas story", being reminded over and over of who Jesus Christ is has been a welcomed and needed "salve" to my soul.
So this year, I rejoice in Jesus Christ, the baby and the man.. the savior of my soul. I rejoice in His forgiveness and His payment of my sins. I rejoice that there is nothing that I can do that can cause me to lose my adoption into His family. I praise God for His son and how He chose to sacrifice Him for me.









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