I’m glad to be home tonight, away from the stores and the crowds and the traffic. That’s not Christmas.
I like to think of Christmas as it must have been in the stable: simple, quiet, and probably a little bit scary for Mary and Joseph.
Christmas can be a little scary. It’s scary to think of a new year and all the woe it might bring. It’s scary to think of people alone on this most holy of nights, even if it isn’t holy to them…who wants to sit alone by the fire? Or worse, the television?
Jesus didn’t come so we’d have to be alone. He came to comfort us, and to sit with us, and to remind us that we aren’t by ourselves.
I’m so grateful for His love.
And, I’m grateful for my husband. My son. My parents. Days off of work. The stupid tooth implant that I’ve had to have redone just this morning. I’m determined to see joy and to give joy; to sit in peace and to spread peace; to show my love to everyone.
May you have a very Merry Christmas. May all your days be bright, and the scary bits few.