Oh how I love this time of the year! Carols playing, tree decorating, wrapping presents with beautiful paper and ribbons, christmas cake and pudding and yummy mince pies.
As I think about this season and the memories it conjures up in my mind, I can’t help but contrast my current Christmas to my Christmases past. They were full of a busy church calendar of services, singing in choirs or singing solos at church which all meant nights of rehearsals. Meeting up with family and friends, end of year functions and fitting all of this in while working full time.
Despite the hustle and bustle of the season the true meaning of Christmas, faith, hope and love was always with me.
Now, I shop online, sing carols at home, enjoy all things festive with my husband but the hustle and bustle is gone. I am the same person as I was in those past Christmases but I have a very different body. Now I need to lie down at least 3 times a day to allow my legs time to rest and heal.
Going out into the madding crowd is not a great idea on crutches or a walker and with an unreliable bone disease, so any outings are carefully planned and quiet locations sought.
What remains the same is my love of Christmas. Faith, hope and love endures.
Faith in the story of Christmas. Faith the baby born in Bethlehem was the Son of God. He was born that we might live. He was born to die to save us from our sins and to rise again, to go to prepare a place for those who believe in him. Those who are prepared to call him Lord and Saviour.
Hope that because of the Christmas story I have a future that will one day be without pain.
Love, the greatest love story ever told. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year and no matter the restrictions of my body, my heart sings and my soul jumps for joy!
Happy Christmas to all my readers. May you find the Faith, Hope and Love of the true Christmas story xx