Christmas is here.
I love Christmas, but Christmas hurts. Christmas has always been one of those times I looked forward to all year long. I know why it’s always been that way. Dad made it that way. You see, for daddy, Christmas wasn’t just a day of the year. A lot of people talk about living Christmas every day of the year. My dad got closer to that than anyone I’ve ever known. He LOVED to give gifts. It didn’t matter to Dad how long it was until Christmas Day, he was buying gifts to get ready for it. I think my sister described it best in a short thing she wrote and gave us all a copy of this Christmas. I didn’t ask her if I could use this but I don’t think she’ll mind…
“I got to thinking about how excited daddy got when he picked out the perfect gift for someone. I remember thinking many times that I thought he was going to wear that gift out before Christmas by showing it to everyone. He would take us all to the closet and show us what he had gotten everyone else.”
That was daddy. He’s so much of the reason I love Christmas. He’s also so much of the reason Christmas hurts so much. I miss him. I’d give every present I’ve ever gotten just to hug him one more time. Every present except One.
That one Present is the only thing that makes the hurt that comes with Christmas now bearable. That one Present is also the only reason we have Christmas in the first place. He is Jesus. He is more than Enough. He is God With Us. And at Christmas, He’s exactly what i need…
“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.” -Psalm 68:5
“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”- Isaiah 9:6