I have been sitting in the quietness of my home listening to the rain fall and watching the Christmas lights on the tree. It's Texas and it is almost 70 degrees outside. I have laundry to do, dishes to put up, and gifts to wrap. For some reason I can't convince myself to do anything. In the excitement of this season I can't stop thinking about those families who don't have anything to be excited about. Maybe it comes from working in the public schools. The children are breaking my heart. I have heard more than once this week, "Santa, isn't coming to my house." "We don't have a tree at home." I feel helpless that I can't scoop them all up and bring them home to make gingerbread men while Christmas carols play. That we can't all wrap gifts and exchange them with each other. That I can't tuck them each in bed warm with their tummies full. Yet, I spent hours decorating my house. I have spent countless dollars on gifts that I probably had more fun buying than anyone will have receiving. I feel so selfish. I have more than words can express. I have treasures that will remain on this earth when all else is past. Yet, if I have any gift to offer it would be to look beyond the physical that we place so much emphasis on. To take simple things like a hug, a kind word, or an understanding touch as a gift. This world is not our home. If at no other time do I reflect God to others, I pray it is now. So tonight, I know I am way deep. Too deep for myself. I have given myself a headache. I have sat and basked in the happiness that I have been able to experience on a daily basis and probably taken for granted. That I serve a risen Saviour. That He loves me unconditionally and forever. That I am part of a promise. That my blessings are so abundant and I am so undeserving. I am so blessed and it will be my unending exclamation throughout the New Year.
Click on the link below to see a beautifully done movie and words of inspiration for Christmas. Sit in the darkness if you can and listen and read every word.