I know I need to post the meaning of a few more of our Christmas decorations, and I will try to do that in the next day or two. I’m not making any promises, though. It may not be until after Christmas (gasp!), but it’s still the Christmas season until January 6th, right?

Anyway, I only have a quick minute and wanted to share this with you. Today has been a really rough day for me; well, at least it started out that way. I have been under the weather with a cold, and it has been getting worse the last few days instead of getting better. I slept in a bit this morning and didn’t get to have my quiet time with the Lord before the hustle and bustle of the day began. Not a good way to begin.

I tried to take about 30 minutes for myself to read and study my devotion after my husband had left for work but between the sound of the Wii, and the phone ringing, it didn’t go so well. This is why I try to have my quiet time in the morning before everyone else wakes up.

I just couldn’t shake the horrible gloominess I was feeling today. So down in the dumps was I that I found myself constantly on the verge of tears and irritable to boot. My daughter was so thrilled about wrapping presents (no, I’m not done), and all I wanted to do was lay down on the sofa and take a nap!

My mother-in-law came by and took my daughter, and as I sat down to eat a sandwich for lunch, I sat there praying and asking God to help me get out of my funk. I told Him I knew that I had much to be joyful about, not the least of which was the “reason for the season,” His Son, and that I didn’t like feeling this way. Could He please help me? He answered, and this is what He gave me.

The Gift

He came to earth
A helpless babe
Wrapped in cloths
In a manger lay.

Born of a virgin
Child so dear
Shepherds were told
The Savior is here.

Wise men came
With gifts from afar
Following in darkness
Bethlehem’s star.

A child had been born
God’s only Son
The promised Messiah
He was the One.

The lowing of cattle
A mother’s soft sigh
Come let us worship him
God Most High.

Rejected by His own
Accepted by some
Many could not believe
He was God’s Son.

Two thousand plus years
The story lives on
Believers still praise Him
In word and in song.

A lowly Carpenter
Born to save us all
From sin that began
With Adam’s fall.

His gift is salvation
Offered for free
The gift is for you
The gift is for me.

Remember the Babe
As your presents you give
He had to die
So that we could live.

As I finished the poem and reread it, tears formed in my eyes, and I fell on my knees in worship. God had restored to me the joy of my salvation, and I couldn’t help but fall down in thankfulness for the Gift of His Son.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for coming to save me.

May you worship Him today as well.

Christmas Blessings,