I've always loved Christmas best of all the holidays.With growing up on an island my memories of Christmas aren't snow covered, nor are they memories of racing downstairs to open up a ton of presents. No, my memory of Christmas is one of Palm trees, and sunny days filled with family and reggae tinged Christmas songs...ah the paradise of a wide eyed eight year old. No matter how thrilling those days were to me, Jesus was and still is the epicenter of it all for me. To think that He never stops giving, first His life for mine, but also sharing the season of his birth celebration with me-just a little girl on an island in the middle of the sea-I felt so special. Jesus does that to you, makes you feel like one in a million, the apple of His eye. Because to Him we are all special, hand crafted, one of a kind...I don't want to forget this. Sometimes it's easy to forget what we're really celebrating at Christmas...but it's not about the presents, not even about getting together with family and friends. No, all those things are great, but what it's really about, is the priceless gift we were given, something we can't put a price tag on. You see, we never asked for Him, but He saw the yearning of our soul, and remembered His plans for us.Though we had drifted so far away, though we had forgotten the one who gave us life, so caught up in wanting more, and more things that kept leaving us empty. Jesus is the best gift I've ever received.Maybe this message isn't for everyone,but I'm writing this from the heart of a wide eyed eight year old, who remembers the heart of Christmas, and the reason it all began.
I've always loved Christmas best of all the holidays.With growing up on an island my memories of Christmas aren't snow covered, nor are they memories of racing downstairs to open up a ton of presents. No, my memory of Christmas is one of Palm trees, and sunny days filled with family and reggae tinged Christmas songs...ah the paradise of a wide eyed eight year old. No matter how thrilling those days were to me, Jesus was and still is the epicenter of it all for me. To think that He never stops giving, first His life for mine, but also sharing the season of his birth celebration with me-just a little girl on an island in the middle of the sea-I felt so special. Jesus does that to you, makes you feel like one in a million, the apple of His eye. Because to Him we are all special, hand crafted, one of a kind...I don't want to forget this. Sometimes it's easy to forget what we're really celebrating at Christmas...but it's not about the presents, not even about getting together with family and friends. No, all those things are great, but what it's really about, is the priceless gift we were given, something we can't put a price tag on. You see, we never asked for Him, but He saw the yearning of our soul, and remembered His plans for us.Though we had drifted so far away, though we had forgotten the one who gave us life, so caught up in wanting more, and more things that kept leaving us empty. Jesus is the best gift I've ever received.Maybe this message isn't for everyone,but I'm writing this from the heart of a wide eyed eight year old, who remembers the heart of Christmas, and the reason it all began.
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