While bustling about, I look over at the wooden nativity my sister hand crafted…
and I remember the greatest gift of all.
He came to live among us so we might live forever, I ponder in the silence.
“This is what it’s all about,” I sigh, as the meaning of Christmas washes me clean.
Sure, I love to adorn my home, shop for just the right gifts for those I love, and feast with family and friends. These are all precious treasures I’m grateful for during the holiday season, but all pale in comparison to that one holy night!
In the stillness, thankfulness wells up within when I remember how his death tore the veil in the temple so we could enter the presence of the Most Holy God. When I remember how His resurrection gives this life purpose and the next promise…all because of that one holy night.
Wishing you and yours a wonderful Christmas and a blessed New Year!
*A special thanks to Ashley Southworth for the silhouette nativity!
*The Image of Christ, by Morgan Weistling