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.
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