I grew up in church, but I didn’t grow up going to the Christmas Eve service at church. When I was a child, Christmas Eve was when we gathered with my mother’s side of the family. With 6 aunts/uncles and 14 cousins, the gatherings were huge and hold wonderful memories.
When I became an adult, I spent a large part of my 20’s and early 30’s in the world, and not much time in my Father’s house. I am so blessed that even though I didn’t always follow the path that the Lord intended for me, that he was gracious enough to put such a wonderful Christian man aside to be my husband. My dear husband played a large role in guiding me back to the loving arms of my Father.
In our married life, we were normally on the road during the holidays visiting family and never made a Christmas Eve Service a priority.
This year, for the first time in our marriage, we spent Christmas in Texas. Although I missed visiting with our families, we were able to attend our church on Christmas Eve. As I sat on that pew, I was overwhelmed with emotions. I thought about how we get so busy during the holiday season and get caught up with finding that “perfect present” for our loved ones. We get so busy that we forget the true reason for this joyous celebration. As I sat on that pew and cried, I promised myself that no matter where we are or what we are doing, on Christmas Eve we will find a church and take our children. As wonderful as it is to watch the smile on my children’s faces on Christmas morning, nothing will compare to knowing they have a place reserved in Heaven.
Thank you, Lord, for your son, Jesus Christ.
There is no 'like' button!! You are so sweet!!
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