Reflection
After I got sober, I used to dread Christmas. It seemed as though Christmas was a time for me to wallow in my guilt and shame from my sins of yesteryear.
I was buying into one of the devil’s favorite ploys–that I wasn’t worthy of Christ and what He meant/means to my life.
For the past fifteen years, I’ve enjoyed Christmas a bit more, although I still cringe at how the world has commercialized this momentous occasion.
This year, I am navigating through new thoughts and subsequent emotions as my mom joined my dad and in-laws in the eternal back in March.
This is the first time in 64 years that I will be without my mom and dad on Christmas and the first time in 44 years that I will be without my in-laws.
A couple of days ago, I was lamenting that this Christmas would be different, and my spirit was dipping to a low it hadn’t been to for some time.
Then God led me to a phrase in one of my devotionals–“Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.”
Then I decided to turn my grief and all the crappy thoughts that go along with it over to God while holding tightly to the memories of Christmas past.
John 3:16, “For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He (even) gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life. (AMPC)
Reflection Reflection
To think that on this night over 2000 years ago, God announced through His angels His coming in the form of His Son to the lowliest of the lowliest (shepherds) and that He was to be born to an unwed virgin mother reminds me that we are never too low, unique, or otherwise, for God to meet us right where we are and lift us out of our own unique stuff.
My soul is forever grateful that you take the time to read my stuff, even when it seems a bit unhinged, unbalanced, and edgy.
May this day create memories that nourish your soul!
P.E.A.C.E.
Jay@EagleLaunch.com
