In Isaiah 7:14 we read: “Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold the virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel”.
This prophesy of the virgin birth of the Lord Jesus was fulfilled when Jesus was born in Bethlehem and was laid in a manger. It establishes His deity from the beginning. Now is the season to celebrate one of the most wonderful holidays ever. It is the birthday of our King and Savior. Wherever I go, I see decorations and people going to and fro shopping for the perfect gift to give to their loved ones. I hear the bells ring and I listen to the songs and hymns of the season and I cannot help but shed thankful tears for the most wonderful gift of all.
The season brings memories of joy and pain at the same time. I remember the happy day when my son was born in December and when we placed him in a stocking under the tree as he was our Christmas gift. I remember how we decorated the Christmas tree just in time for his birthday. I remember the joys of his childhood as he opened presents. I remember the excitement and anticipation and the smiles and laughter that we shared. I remember the joys of the past and wish that things were different. Now my home is quiet and sad. My son is not with us and the emptiness is so clear that it sends a dagger into my heart and soul each time we gather together. Our family is no longer complete. Instead of memories however, my eyes want to see him again. My hands want to touch him again. My lips want to tell him how much I love him. My ears want to hear his voice.