by Joanne Wiklund
Three days. November will be gone. As I write this I’m in full swing with National Novel Writing Month NANOWRIMO. Write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Writing this is a simply selfish thing. I write to clear my head so I can do Christmas. It’s like Calgon Take Me A Way. Writing is so much better than soap bubbles. I have something to show for it when I’m done.
But December will be here. I’m not ready yet. I’ll identify my Christmas Spirit at some point along the way to that Christmas Eve feeling. You know, when the kids are in bed asleep, and all I have to do is let Wrench, my hubby, put all the toys that need assembly together. I volunteered him to do that for people one year in a column I wrote for the newspaper and a couple of people took him up on it.
Love is what Christmas is all about. May we remember while we’re in a remembering mood that being together is a gift from God. He directs our paths if we let him. Grief is a byproduct of Love, can’t have one without the other. But love is worth grief, if we can remind ourselves of that too. May all your Christmas memories lead you into a real loving celebration of the occasion of Our Saviour’s Birth.
1 Kings 8:3 “And the Lord said unto him: I have heard thy prayer and thy supplication, that thou has made before me: I have hallowed this house, which thou hast built, to put my name there forever; and mine eyes and mine heart shall be there perpetually.”
Matthew 10:32-33 “Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. 33 But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.
Matthew 11:28 “Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.”