The world is weary... from the rush of Christmas or the weight of life... and quite possibly both. The lamp posts are decked with greens, the airwaves are singing the tunes and homes are strung with twinkling lights... and still, I feel like I must sift through it all to find Christmas.
And under the mess... there it is, shining bright with hope.
In the stacks of shoeboxes, in the overflowing toy drive bins.
In the lay-away angel stories, the leaving of secret gifts and in the hearts of friends.
In the scrawl of a small, sweet girl...
And always, always... in the manger.
My Christmas wish for you... is to feel the presence of that tiny baby, and all it means to your life. For you to feel His love deep in your soul... and pass it on. Because no matter what is under the tree, we already have all we need in Him.