Christmas is on the horizon !
Here we are at the beginning of the month that also ushers in the end of a year .
Of course we wouldn't want to leave out the biggest part of this month of December , Christmas .
The celebration for me is all about The Christ child coming to be the savior of the world. Born in a manger and wrapped in swaddling clothes he arrived at the time of the census in a city,yet was not delivered in a family home or lodging place, but a stable with animals. This Christ child came to deliver his people from their sins. I am one of those people for which he left his perfect heavenly home to be born in a manger amongst animals and farm smells. So, although for the last four years I have not looked forward to celebrating the Christ child's arrival and the salvation brought for me, for you, this year seems to be different for me.
I started to struggle with this new ability to enjoy the season as it felt like I was leaving my son behind,but then I recognized that I have even more reasons to celebrate this Christ child. In the first or second year after my son's death I was sitting in church and I believe we were singing a hymn and I realized that I had a great joy in a new fact about my own salvation . The fact that my son had come to know Christ and that I had known from the minute I found out of his death that he was home with Christ. My salvation was so much more valuable to me if that is possible. I am not trying to be flippant about what Christ did for me. But to know that your child who left this life before you did has gone into eternity to be with the savor of then world and that you too, will go and see that child again is the most blessed gift.
So here I am at year five since his leaving us. In a few weeks I will stand at my sons grave in God only knows what sort of weather , freezing cold , dressed in as many layers of warm clothing as I can get on. I will stand with my family , my husband close beside me . We will remember my son and we will pray, light candles and a few of us will make snow angels, if we have snow. We arrive at the hour he died and we are usually leaving within an hour. We will take photos and remember his life of 22 years .
But for now , this year , I can celebrate the Christ child's arrival and rejoice that he came and because he came and went on from that manger to a cross and he offered all who would believe in him will not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16 ) I rejoice and sing praises as the shepherds did long ago at the words of the angel as my heart soars to the knowing that one day I will be reunited with my Zeb because of the Christ child, Jesus .
Here we are at the beginning of the month that also ushers in the end of a year .
Of course we wouldn't want to leave out the biggest part of this month of December , Christmas .
The celebration for me is all about The Christ child coming to be the savior of the world. Born in a manger and wrapped in swaddling clothes he arrived at the time of the census in a city,yet was not delivered in a family home or lodging place, but a stable with animals. This Christ child came to deliver his people from their sins. I am one of those people for which he left his perfect heavenly home to be born in a manger amongst animals and farm smells. So, although for the last four years I have not looked forward to celebrating the Christ child's arrival and the salvation brought for me, for you, this year seems to be different for me.
I started to struggle with this new ability to enjoy the season as it felt like I was leaving my son behind,but then I recognized that I have even more reasons to celebrate this Christ child. In the first or second year after my son's death I was sitting in church and I believe we were singing a hymn and I realized that I had a great joy in a new fact about my own salvation . The fact that my son had come to know Christ and that I had known from the minute I found out of his death that he was home with Christ. My salvation was so much more valuable to me if that is possible. I am not trying to be flippant about what Christ did for me. But to know that your child who left this life before you did has gone into eternity to be with the savor of then world and that you too, will go and see that child again is the most blessed gift.
So here I am at year five since his leaving us. In a few weeks I will stand at my sons grave in God only knows what sort of weather , freezing cold , dressed in as many layers of warm clothing as I can get on. I will stand with my family , my husband close beside me . We will remember my son and we will pray, light candles and a few of us will make snow angels, if we have snow. We arrive at the hour he died and we are usually leaving within an hour. We will take photos and remember his life of 22 years .
But for now , this year , I can celebrate the Christ child's arrival and rejoice that he came and because he came and went on from that manger to a cross and he offered all who would believe in him will not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16 ) I rejoice and sing praises as the shepherds did long ago at the words of the angel as my heart soars to the knowing that one day I will be reunited with my Zeb because of the Christ child, Jesus .
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