I like Christmas. I always have. As a child, I anticipated presents - the getting and receiving. I was dazzled by the lights, the music, the excitement. Now, as a young mom, Christmas takes on a whole new dimension. What I receive or give is second rate. I am beginning to grasp the weighty responsibility of teaching my children the importance of the season.
As a child, I blindly accepted traditions and happenings as the norm. Rare was the occasion where I stopped to think of a deeper meaning to what I celebrated. But now, NOW, I look at life through the eyes of my 2 year old and for a moment, a brief, glimmering moment I can see something amazing. I see dimly, the love God must experience for His children. He loves us so immensely that He gave His Son up for us. I look at my sons and cannot imagine sacrificing them. But, that is exactly what He did! For us! When will I fully comprehend this love? Not until eternity.
