Christmas Miracle

I'm not sure why, but I feel that each writing on my blog should be a literary work of art. If I don't have anything profound to say, I don't want to write anything. The truth is, if I wait until I have something profound to say, I may never write again. Ha! This Christmas has been a rough one. Usually, the day after Thanskgiving, I am putting up the Christmas decorations and blaring the Christmas carols. This year, I didn't get the tree up until mid December. I'm still dragging my feet and feeling like the grinch. I'm really not sure why, but I have some ideas. Christmas is a family affair. Christmas is a time for families to gather and love on one another. I have a wonderful family and am looking forward to going home this Christmas and spending time with them. However, here in my every day life, my family is missing. Its easy to begin feeling sorry for myself and wonder, "Where is my husband? Where are my children?". This year, I celebrated my 35th birthday just before Christmas, and it seems my self pity has grown into a monster this year. The truth is, this life is not about me! It's about eternity, and what I'm doing to bring people to eternity with me. Christmas is about Jesus who came to the world to save us. Jesus came because God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son. Jesus died on a cross for my life and yours. Christmas is not about trees, decorations, presents, and Santa. Christmas is about the greatest mircale that every occured and will ever occur. If I can just remeber to keep myself focused on Him, I won't be able to feel sorry for myself any longer.