Every year without fail, Christmas brings a flood of memories that may be bittersweet, but I treasure them all. For all the times that plans didn’t work out, and all the times that everything went beyond our expectations. It’s not how much money was spent, or how big the gifts, or how much time was invested in searching for the right gift that I remember. It is the expression of love that is connected to it.
I promise you I have very few material things that I can recall from Christmases past; but ask me about who I spent my time with, or the laughter that spilled out over nonsensical stuff that was said or done, and it’s like having a photographic memory: I remember ever detail.
I am thankful that Jesus came. It will change our lives and future to know him. We cry for peace on earth, yet we are still working out how to bring it to pass. It’s time to put our trust in Jesus Christ, because he has come to bring salvation to our world. He holds our future and because of that I can live one day at the time. I pray all of the time that the Lord will help me to keep my eyes on him. I don’t want to look to the left or the right because doing so could take me away from God’s perfect will.
When the noise of this world becomes unbearable, I know that with God I can shut it out of my mind and focus on the only true savior of the world. He came so that I could have life and life more abundantly, and for that reason alone I will praise him for eternity.
Thank you, Lord, for being willing to pay the price for our salvation. In this week’s Lattereign I share an old story with a twist, ‘Twas the Night Before….