For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11
Strains of sweet carols floated through the open front door where my hubby was standing. He beckoned me to join him. As I drew closer, the music grew louder and sweeter. Who is singing? Was it recorded music? No, it was carolers! A group of people from church had gathered outside our front door and were singing their hearts out. I joined in . . . Silent Night, Holy Night . . .
After the group finished singing, we clapped, and I thanked them. We shared smiles and hugs. Several, knowing of my cancer journey and the surgeries involved, said they were praying for me. How wonderful that a choir of friends makes house calls!
They had no idea that this day had been a downer for me. They had no idea that Christmas doesn’t get any easier each year I don’t have my firstborn to share it with. They had no idea that I determine to write, through struggle, encouragement for the both of us, dear reader. Don’t misunderstand. I have hope. You have hope, too, but that does not mean we don’t feel the sharp pain of loneliness more acutely during the winter holidays.
It is my personal belief that, because of Baby Jesus born so long ago in Bethlehem, our hope is not in vain. Because this same baby grew to be a Man among men, and gave His life’s blood to save every one of His created, there is hope enough to go round. The Good News is that He will return, but this time as King of Kings and Lord of Lords! This will be a “homecoming” for all mankind!
Scripture shared from New King James Version (NKJV)