When my youngest daughter was about four years old, I took down the Christmas tree during her nap.
Later in the day, I saw her looking out the window toward the tree, which lay on the curb awaiting the garbage collector. She whispered, “Christmas tree, come back, come back.”
That made me sad, but I often feel blue after the holidays. The world goes from lively carols, flashing lights, and sparkling tinsel to the grayness of January’s cold weather.
Everyone has wrapped and stored the magic. Even the trees extend bare branches to gloomy skies. For weeks, I’ll discover wadded bits of Christmas paper and smashed bows and vacuum up shiny flecks.
However, the angel’s message of good tidings to all people endures even when our holiday decorations sit in the attic.
I am learning to allow the good news to penetrate my soul and realize God loves me even though I’m not perfect.
Absorbing his grace shifts my focus to eternity. Mundane moments can become opportunities to minister as I care about those around me. Because Jesus came to earth, we can share his love.
“How beautiful are the feet of them that bring good news” (Romans 10:15).
Cynthia L Simmons and her husband reside in Atlanta. A Bible teacher and former homeschool mother, she writes a column for Leading Hearts Magazine. She served as past president of Christian Authors Guild, directs Atlanta Christian Writing Conference, and hosts Heart of the Matter Radio. Her author website is www.clsimmons.com.
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