The greatest gift is the real reason we celebrate Christmas.
Republished from the archives
As I sat down to type this morning, I look at the clock. It’s only about 5:00 yet I’ve been up for a little while thanks to a restless baby boy. I finally got him back to sleep but here I am wide awake. It’s too late to go back to sleep, the other children will be rising soon.
So I decide to stay awake and savor the quiet.
With a piping hot cup of coffee, I snuggle myself under the warmth of the fuzzy blanket. The room is engulfed by the gentle glow of the lights on the Christmas tree and I light a candle, part of my morning ritual.
My Bible on my lap along with my Advent devotional, I sit and take in the sight and smell of my warm and inviting living room from the comfort of the big brown chair in the corner. I open my Bible to today’s reading but all I can think about is Jesus, the gift God sent us.
Since becoming a mom, Christmas has taken on a new meaning for me but not in the way you might think. Five years ago I was very pregnant with my firstborn son on Christmas and my heart was forever changed.
Something mysterious happens when you are pregnant during the holidays. You can relate to the Christmas story in a more personal way.
Those December nights in 2010 my mind often would turn to Mary, she too is pregnant with her firstborn son about to give birth. Yet while I have the creature comforts of a couch to snuggle up on at the end of a long weary day, she rode on top of a donkey for many miles during a long and arduous journey to return to Joseph’s hometown of Bethlehem.
December 2015 those same thoughts of Mary returned as I was very pregnant with my third baby, also a son who was about to make his entry into the world any day.
With every kick, cramp, and contraction I was reminded of not only the miracle growing in my own belly but also the great gift God gave to the world who was growing in Mary’s belly… a baby who would become the King, the Redeemer, the Greatest Gift.
Every Christmas song I listened to on that Holy night sent chills down my spin.
He came, He gave life, He rescued us from the pain.
Jesus was born as a baby in a humble manager unnoticed that night in Bethlehem.
God sent the greatest gift to us in a most unusual way yet, if you think about, a truly magnificent way.
Right now as I gaze at my lit tree glowing in the early morning hours, I see the presents stacked underneath it. The presents my husband and I carefully planned and picked out for our children. We spent a fair amount of time budgeting for, planning and purchasing a few simple gifts we felt would really bless them and that they would enjoy.
Imagine how much more thought and reflection went into the greatest gift?
This Christmas I hope and pray that you fully experience the greatest gift too, that you give yourself the grace to stop, slow down, reflect and remember the wonderful gift we have been blessed with.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the shopping and baking, the Christmas plays and various activities, take a few moments to sit in His presence and really soak in the story of how our Savior was born.
Open your Bible and read the various accounts in the Gospel. Spend some time soaking up the Old Testament promises of hope that came to fruition in the New Testament. Sit still in His presence and meditate on His Words.
Share the Christmas story with your children and family. Don’t just read it, delight in it!
Sing the worship hymns and carols with a joyful voice as you proclaim… “Joy to the world, the Lord has come! Let earth receive her King!”
I hope that you have a joy filled Christmas.
From my family to yours…
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