| I stand and view the Christmas tree with its tinsel, lights and bows. The true depths of my grief only my Creator truly knows. Holiday memories of days gone by now crumble around my feet. Remembering the love, the joy, brings memories bitter-sweet. Then my eye rests high upon the star atop the tree and I'm reminded of the reason that Christmas came to be. God gave to us the perfect gift: His Son was born that day. This gift was wrapped in swaddled clothes as in the manger He lay. Mere mortals we are here on earth but God, with His great Grace sent His son to ransom us, and He soon died in our place. So if we just accept His gift and place our faith in His Son, death can never defeat us ~ the victory is won! Although I miss you greatly and the memories are bitter-sweet, I know you're spending Christmas sitting close at Jesus' feet. I picture the rapture in your smile and the glow upon your face as Jesus smiles upon you in that most Holy place. A great warmth grows within my chest and I feel your joy somehow. Thank you Jesus, for loving me. I'm going to be alright now. |
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