Most years I find that I am one of the many people who forget the true meaning of Christmas. I go shopping. I go to all the parties but after a while I, like many, I start to complain and long for the season to be over.
Not this Christmas!
This Christmas, after nearly nine years of praying, my husband and I were blessed with the miracle of a child. For the first time in many years, I not only looked forward to Christmas, I felt that I had been given a gift as great as the gift that God gave us the night His son was born.
Now I don't mean that in a blasphemous way. I mean that there is no greater gift than the gift of a child. Before this wonderful miracle, I had heard that said; even said it myself. It didn't mean much to me. Now I know what it means with my words as well as with my heart. My little girl is a blessing greater than all other blessings that I have received this year.
The Lord must be given thanks for all blessings. My husband and I are giving thanks everyday but that's not all. We are also giving her back to the Lord. Each day, I quote bible verses to her. I sing to her and I made a promise to the Lord that she would know the true meaning of Christmas; while she didn't understand me this year; I kept that promise by telling her of Christ's birth. I will tell her every year until she is able to tell me. She will know that without Christ we would have no salvation, no eternal life, and no chance of ever entering into heaven.
I found by making that promise and keeping it I was given a new lease on life for I too was reminded of the true meaning of Christmas.