Each year at Christmastime we exchange things………..gifts. Excitement builds as we eagerly present them to those we love in anticipation of their joy in receiving what we have so carefully and thoughtfully chosen.
Just for them.
But I believe, the real unwrapping doesn’t end, until every last memory is opened and reopened once again.
Those that memory leaves behind are what we take out through the years and cherish. Long after each purchased gift is worn out. So today, in the quiet of year’s end. This is what I do. As these I hold dear take their own gifts out as we all hold them up to the Light.
A walk by the lake with my Dad. Enjoying the nature and the snap of morning’s cold. Talking about this flower another walker guided us to…….and the detail hidden within, and about the God who loves detail, even in a little flower. We never would have found it hidden along the fence from our path. We were turned away at the gate because the nature trail was closed that day. But we found nature anyway, because we were looking.
All these moments held in the grip of eternity. To be shared by each other, and the Lord. Each and every one I count as jewels……..and as we walked along, it looked like others wanted to do the same. A little table arrangement left behind for someone else to find…….we are all creators.
Just like our Father…..
This year, as I unwrap Christmas again.
Count some more memories with me won’t you? And then add your own…………
Last year the baby Jesus flickered and went out, and this year the whole scene went dark, so Mom and Dad let one of Lauryn’s spare dolls stand in for Jesus and put a spotlight on the whole scene. My Mom said it was more beautiful than ever.
Everyone I hold most dear together on Christmas Eve, that was my best gift.
Playing rounds of Candy Land with Lauryn and seeing her so excited to see me.
Elaine, Heather and Me at breakfast at Denny’s Christmas morning before we all went our separate ways for the week.
My brother and I baking in the kitchen for the first time ever.
Mom and I bunking together and giggling like teenagers before we went to sleep, then later hearing her whispered prayers when she couldn’t sleep. I heard her say, “Jesus” about 10 times.
The road trip from Arizona to California, where Elaine and I talked all the way and didn’t miss any turns.
And this one is bittersweet, Elaine’s Mom last road trip before she goes into a care home.
The last is what I will hold onto for the coming year…….Mom combining both of her Nativity’s together on the coffee table like one big happy family. And of those, one lamb had a broken leg and one had a missing ear, but they were both still standing. And like those sheep, we all come to Jesus with all of our baggage and missing limbs dragging behind.
We bring them to the stable, and He heals every wound, every heartache, wipes every tear.
Every Christmas brings its own unique challenges and this year was no exception, yet when we have Jesus, we have everything.
Merry Christmas and a very Happy and Hopeful New Year from my Prayercloset to yours!