Words Can't Describe

Think back to the Christmas mornings of your childhood.

 

When my sister and I were young, we would wake up at 3am every Christmas morning (the only day of the year I willingly woke up before 10am). We would sit at the top of the stairs looking down at the Christmas tree, filled with so much joy and anticipation. Lauren and I would try our very best to whisper so that we did not wake up our parents… or, was it the other way around? We were told that we had to wait until at least 5am to wake them up. So… 5am on the dot, the two of us sprinted into their room to gracefully wake them from their slumber.

 

As I grew up, the joy of Christmas began to disappear little by little. It was replaced with heartache, anxiety, and exhaustion. Christmas became hard. But I think back to the joy that I had as a child and how it was easier to see the happy and good parts of life. I began to look for the joy in the holidays, seek it out even. As my relationship with Christ grew, my joy in Him did too. I see all of the blessings He has given me throughout life. The memory of joy gave me a new perspective on how to seek it out with friends and family— to find the joy of the season outside of gifts, and be surrounded by love. Because the Joy of Christmas is the gift of Jesus Christ.

 

God gave us an indescribable gift— one that never outgrows our lives. He cared so much for each one of us that He sent His son to give us hope and life. A gift with no expectations or repayment. We can find joy and hope that God is with us through the hard times and times of joy. He gave us the best Christmas gift ever— The gift of endless love.