Christmas. A time to celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Or is it? We rush, we make lists, we check them twice. We rush.
Oh Lord, don’t let us rush past Christmas. Let us see you, celebrate you, ADORE YOU!
May our hearts and homes be open for Christ this Christmas!
All throughout December, as we anticipate the celebration of Christ’s birth, we will be opening hearts and homes to you. Today, Lena is sharing her heart and home with us. It’s a story, straight from her heart and home!
The year was 2011. I had no job. We had lost our home due to foreclosure. We filed bankruptcy. Everything that we had worked for and built was lost.
We moved into a family home that was vacant; left behind because of several break-ins over the years. We had boarded up windows and a wreck inside!
This was November.
We took out a small loan and re-did floors, replaced the boarded up windows and made it known that the home was occupied. With humble BUT defeated hearts we dug in and made that gift of a home some place we could find rest in and learn a lesson we had long forgotten; gratefulness.That Christmas was emotional. There was NO money to buy a single present for the boys I loved so dearly. I was heartbroken.But God…..I love those words…. BUT God…. BUT God.. …. BUT God !God reminded me that his Son had always been more than enough for all of us.I struggled with putting up my Christmas tree. I would have been content sleeping through the holidays. Then I heard a Casting Crowns song and my heart felt so heavy as I soaked in the words:In the dry and weary land
Lord, You are the rain
In a sea of shattered ones
Your love comes rushing inYou hold the world within Your hands
And see each tear that falls
Through every fire and every storm
You’re always enough, always enoughI dragged that heavy heart to Jesus. I repented of my short distance vision. He is enough!No gifts were needed under the tree. However, being a visual person I needed to have something tangible. I found an old magazine rack my husband’s granddaddy had made. I had a sweet friend to give me an old doll and I found the perfect purple material to wrap the doll that reminded me the Messiah and MY savior had been born. He was the gift that would pull me out of the pit of despair I had dug myself.This picture will always be special to me as the memories attached to it are precious. You see, my teenage son helped me put all that together! He didn’t understand my tears but he worked with me those few hours without one single complaint. Together we put up the tree he knew would hold no presents for him. He carefully and gently helped me wrap that baby doll in that delicate purple linen and then afterwards he sat with me in silence for just a few minutes as we just gazed upon the tree and the manger. That Christmas changed my life forever. I hope that if he ever faces a similar Christmas in his life that he will remember that Jesus is enough.