Believe . . .
As a child, I believed in Santa Claus much longer than I care to admit. There was nothing like the twinkling of Christmas lights on the netted hair of a brand new baby doll. I believed in the magic. I believed in possibilities.
As an adult, I easily become disenchanted with the season as I run around trying to make everything perfect. I get frustrated that my energy and time rarely match my ambition. I come very close to being one of those people who can’t wait for the season to be over. But then I hear the words to O Holy Night:
O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born
Everything changes. I connect to the real magic of Christmas. Our God loves us so much that He sent His only son to save us from our own sin. It makes me believe.
Today take a moment to enjoy the magic of this season. Believe in possibilities, in miracles, in love.