First Confession: I miss the Christmases when my daughters were little and we were up in the wee hours of the morning to open presents. I miss the excitement and anticipation. I miss the hubbub of it all.
Second Confession: I was the one who was too excited to sleep. I would be up at 3:00 or 4:00 AM, banging pots and closing cupboard doors so that my kids would wake up and Christmas could begin.
Nothing in life remains the same. Not even Christmas. Our children grow up and, perhaps, move away. Loved ones grow old and die. Favorite traditions are replaced by new traditions. And before we know it, we are the grandparents or even the great-grandparents. So fast. It’s all so fast. But the memories we store up through the years are oh-so-sweet.
On this Christmas Eve, I pray that the Reason for the Season will fill your heart with joy and love. I pray that, no matter what family you have with you or what family you are missing, you will enjoy the presence of Jesus Christ as you never have before.
Tomorrow, on Christmas Day, many only celebrate the gifts. But I hope you will join with me in celebrating the Gift Giver, the Life Giver, the Hope of the World in all His glory. Oh, what a King!
Merry Christmas! And God bless us, everyone.
~robin
