Even though I love Christmas….I am aware it is a difficult time of the year for many. So many who have suffered a loss, struggle through Christmas. Trying to smile. Wanting to celebrate, but are in too much pain to enjoy it. I want to help them….just like I was helped so many years ago.
FLASHBACK to Christmas 2000.….my husband had died the month before. My 5 year old son and I would be spending Christmas in a different way that year. I tried to keep things as normal as possible. Unknown to me at the time, when I got up on that Christmas morning, I would have a surprise.
A mysterious phone call. Caller unknown was on my phone’s ID. “Check your front porch”, the voice said. I peered out my front door at 7 am in the morning. My front porch was filled with presents addressed to my son and me. He and I had so much fun opening the gifts that were so lovingly left on our front porch, early that Christmas morning. I later found out that my church’s Sunday School class had collected gifts and wrapped all of them…just for us. Then one of my dear friends and her husband secretly, and quietly delivered the gifts to my house at daybreak. I should have known. These were the same people that prayed for my husband throughout his illness. Held my hand at the hospital. Girlfriends that slept on the couch at my house, my first night alone…they stayed so I wouldn’t wake up to an empty house. Brought me meals. Bought me a dress for the funeral. Stood by me at the services. Men that changed the oil in my vehicle. Ordered pizza to my house and visited with me while we all ate. I had people willing to babysit if I needed it, and fix food when I didn’t feel like it. I had a dear friend mow my yard during my husband’s illness and afterward. They showed HIS love through their numerous actions.They were real. Their love was practical. They were Jesus hands and feet to me.
What might have been one of the worst days for me, turned out to be a wonderful memory. A memory that still warms me all these years later. That special Christmas morning was a gift to me. I loved all the thoughtful presents, but even more was my love for my friends who had not forgotten me as they all celebrated on that Christmas morning. That is what warms my heart, even a decade later.
Flashback over 2000 years ago… A dark night. A man and a woman who needed a place to stay. No one could help them out. The city was busy and there was not one room available. They were bone tired. The young woman was not feeling so well, she knew that this child that she had been carrying for the past 9 months, was ready to be born. But where? The man managed to talk an inn keeper into allowing them to sleep in his stable, which was really not much more than a cave. A literal hole in the wall.
In the stench of barnyard animals, the greatest gift to mankind was born that night. A night where people were running to and fro, busy with their lives. A night where no one was really paying much attention. A night not so unlike what we have now. God came into the world. Jesus left Heaven to come to this earth in human flesh. AND THE WORLD HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME SINCE. A divine gift. A gift of love to humankind. A light to the world. Light that split the enveloping darkness of that night, as well as all the days and nights to come.
For all those people that I mentioned earlier…those in pain, those that are hurting for whatever reason…my desire is that they would know the greatest gift of all. Because He lives you CAN face tomorrow. This life we all live, is never easy. Most days it is hard. Some days life downright hurts. This is nothing new. Knowing Jesus doesn’t mean that life will be perfect, or problem free. Anyone that says that is a liar. We live in a fallen world, and that alone brings sadness. But the good news is this: Jesus didn’t stay a baby in manger. He grew up. He touched lives. Lives were changed. He explained the scripture. He attended weddings, and family get togethers. He hung out with his friends…and he hung out with the outcasts of society. He gave sight to the blind both literally and figuratively. He was every bit human, as he was every bit God. Decades after his humble birth in that cave, on a bed of straw He walked a road to the cross. Where His gift to you (Yes, YOU!) was given. Your name was on his mind. He knew that one day you would be born and live a life on this earth. He knew. He laid down his own life–in your place. He took the punishment for your sin (the bad things we all do). He did it because He loves you. Really loves you. And He knew that we weren’t capable of ever paying that price on our own. Impossible. The gap was too wide. We’d never make it. So, He did it for us. The gift of salvation just needs to be acknowledged and accepted. (John 3:16)
I realize I have a lot of people that read my blog…people from all over the world, actually. Some people know me personally and some only know me through my blog. I will be the first one to tell you that I am not perfect. I have good days and bad days just like everyone else. I tend towards selfishness. I like my own way. I’m too stubborn for my own good. Yep. That’s me. Sure, I like to think I have my good points too. But, some days are better than others. On a beautiful spring day in May of 1979 I accepted the gift. Life didn’t suddenly change for me. I didn’t start skipping through meadows of daisies with a perpetual smile on my face. Life can still be gritty at times. I’ve gone through great joys and intense tragedies. Even in the midst of all these things, Jesus has never left me. He promised me he’d never leave me, nor forsake me. Not ever. And He hasn’t. I want to share that gift with you. I want you to know, what I know.
I want you to have the greatest gift of all. Will you open it?
- The Importance Of A Christmas Present (rock-kool-dadie.blogspot.com)
- Christmas: Gift and Challenge (revbillcook.wordpress.com)
- 10 Kids’ Christmas Gift Ideas (mademan.com)
- Christmas within the Eyes of a Child (rock-kool-dadie.blogspot.com)
- Christmas Stockings & The Perfect Stocking Stuffers (homedesign.marthastewart.com)
- A Mindful Christmas (powerofslow.wordpress.com)
- The Best Christmas Movies for Children (brighthub.com)
- An exquisite Christmas present (amazus.org)
Beautiful! To be broken and made whole again … what a testimony. And to say I am sorry about the loss of your husband is an understatement. Glad you were freshly pressed today 🙂
Dawn, this is a beautiful testimony. Thank you for trusting the blogging world with your story. I’m wanting to start a blog and I like WordPress. Your site is good for them. Thanks again.
This was so beautiful! Quite a testimony and I will be sharing it with fb friends and others. Thank you for sharing this.
It always restores my faith to know that people we don’t even know can touch us so deeply. Thank you for sharing your story. Love to you and yours!
been opened and I feel kindred- amen and thank you. Merry christmas
I found your blog throu freshly pressed and I LOVE it.
What a beautiful testimony. Bless you
What so many people dont realise, is that it is the imperfect that need Him. And that is why He came.
Beautiful post, Jesus makes all things possible!
Blessings and Giggles!
Blessed by your story! Tara
Lovely. I had a friend challenge me for the month of December. So I am making every attempt to set aside my need to pursue perfection (you know the kind that the Christmas crazies brings?) and to choose one word a day that answers this question: “What is in the manger today?” And then to ask “Is it enough?” to which the answer is always, of course, a resounding ‘yes!’
That is absolutely beautifully expressed. I have tears in my eyes. Thanks
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