My suitcase is out and clothes and gifts are being stacked around it...awaiting the final packing for my flight to New York on Christmas Day.
Christmas is a special time of the year. There is excitement and anticipation in the air. Children have sent their list to Santa and kitchens smell of cookies and breads. Decorations are in place and the tree lights twinkle in the night. Little ones and adults alike can hardly keep their hands off the presents as new ones are secretly added daily.
Family and friends gather, talking about old times. Ribbons and paper clutter the floor. Little ones run around playing with their new gifts from Santa. All the while 'new' memories are being made and new traditions are begun that will be carried on by generations to come.
In this commercialized era it's important to remember why we celebrate. To take a moment to thank God for His gift to us. To remember what it must have been like on that first glorious day when the Christ child was born. To remember the First Child of Christmas.
The First Child of Christmas
His hands were soft, small, and red,
on a crisp morning in Bethlehem...
His hands were strong, calloused, and scarred
as He fashioned a new chair for home...
His hands were confident, gentle, and firm
as He touched the sick and the lame...
His hands were broken, bleeding, and bruised
as he gave His life away...
His hands are reaching out to mankind...drawing and
and holding us close to the heart of God.
May you feel the touch of His Hands where ever you are this Christmas season.
Best wishes for a blessed holiday.
3 days ago